“Symmetry´s perfection”, she once said, “and there’s a single Minotaur”.
At first we tiptoed; imagining his heavy footsteps..
There were moments when we caught a whiff of predator.
There were nights when we were observed by slanted eyes.
We sustained; we found our way through mazes the priestess called our galaxy in symmetry of crisscrossed corridors. Through night and day with food provided we explored.
We were alive but couldn’t cure our lunacy, One by one my fellow travellers succumbed and ran screaming down a corridor to meet the Minotaur.
I’m left alone. Please predator, I’m ready to be preyed.
The picture today made me think of something mystic or supernatural, I imagined a maze which made me think of the Minotaur and the legend of the maze that Daedalus built, and I imagined some kind of expedition sent into that maze.
Friday Fictioneers is a great group of bloggers under supervision of our mother reverend Rochelle. Each week some of the internet’s best author gather around the same picture to write a story in 100 words.
September 28, 2016