I hear it as the toe is instantly sucked into the quicksand like the slurp of liquid through a straw. I lunge toward him, and it takes considerable effort to help him pull it out. He almost loses the boot. “Why do you refuse to listen to me? I’m not making this shit up!” “Noted,” he mutters. “Thank you. Now walk slow, stay behind me, pay attention to your footing, and don’t fucking touch anything.”
