Old Man Johnny's Farm

Dried husks scrapped their arms as they squeezed through the narrow isles of corn. Finding the entrance was a miracle as the pathways are barely discernible from the rows of planted corn.
Every year, Old Man Johnny builds a corn maze for the local kids, but hides the entrance. The farmer never had any children of his own and started the maze tradition as a way to bond with the neighborhood children. It was bragging rights in this town to find and complete Old Man Johnny's maze before the corn is harvested.
“Anna, you know how quick it gets dark now! This is taking too long.”
“We have plenty of light and plenty of time. Besides, we can always follow someone else out.”
“Who, Anna? We’ve been in here over an hour and I haven’t seen anyone, or heard anyone for that matter, in the last 45 minutes.”
“We could always call Charlie. I’m sure he’d come find us and show us out.” Anna suggested.
“I already tried calling him twice. He didn’t answer. I texted him and told him to call me back.”
Anna looked around at the sea of corn stalks. It was impossible to tell where they’d already been and which direction was out.
“Just climb on my shoulders and see if you can figure out which direction we should be going.”
Sydney’s cheer leading skills were finally of practical use. She took a boost from Anna’s clasped hands and hopped onto her shoulders. Sydney could hardly see over the corn, but the smoke from the bonfire billowed as a beam of hope.
“Anna, I can see the smoke from the bonfire. I know which way we need to go. And, I think I saw some corn moving. Maybe those people know the way out!”
Harvest time was only a few days away. The girls did not want to be the only ones not to finish Old Man Johnny's maze. Finding the entrance alone took hours, now if they could only find their way out. As they headed for the smoke, voices became audible. The other last minute maze goers must be nearby.
“Hello! Do you know the way out of here?” Anna