Barry Spencer 
Cross Cut 

His voice echoed dully, swallowed by the rough- ribbed, deep striations of the tunnel walls that looked as though they had been lacerated by giant claws. But for the pools of light shed by the two lamps, the darkness inside the tunnel would have been complete. The air was heavy, still, and fetid with a heady witch’s brew of ill defined chemical smells.Advancing into the bowels of the mine they sloshed through puddles of water. The yellow light of their carbide lamps, dancing over the slick corrugations of the adit walls, threw up coatings of green bacterial slime and here and there small, iridescent, green copper stalactites and spikes of the same plumage jutting from the tunnel wall.

عن المؤلف

I was born in London in 1938. In 1962, I qualified as a solicitor of the supreme court and practiced law in London until 1976, when I immigrated with my family to the United States. Admitted to the State Bar of California in 1979, I practiced law in Los Angeles and Woodland Hills until my retirement in 2007.
Since then, I have devoted my time to writing. I live with my wife, Sherry, in Westlake Village, California.