Short Stories

The Maze

I stepped into the maze and stopped. I looked behind me to find the entrance gone. I pushed my hand through the hedges only to find solid stone. How could this happen? I pulled my hand out and saw it was covered in scratches. The red lines disappeared almost instantly. Fascinating. I looked back to the open corridor of the maze and started walking. The corridor twisted and turned but never branched off. I had no say. I didn't choose where I went, the maze did. I walked for hours following the hedges. Walking. Walking. Walking. The rustling of leaves the only thing reminding me of life. Reminding me that this was real. Reminding me not to give up. The walls lead me to a garden. Thousands of flowers and vegetables grew. Cat tails surrounded a small pond in the corner. Vines hanging in a thick blanket around the edge of the tallest tree. The tree stood in the middle of the garden. I walked towards is and pushed past the vines. I had thought it would be completely dark but there was a low, soft light. The source of the light was millions of glow flies floating around. Vines hung down all around. Hanging from an unseen branch near the trunk of the tree was a wooden swing supported by two clumps of vines twisted together. I sat on the swing and started to slowly rock back and forth. I was content.