The Maze - Short Story
Right Left Another Left The sound of running feet echoes through the narrow dark alley as I run though the thin stone road trying to memorize the route I took to reach here. But after the tenth corner I forgot the exact sequence of turns and now I’m running blind. I stumble on a loose stone and almost fall but regain my balance. If I fall I die. I spot a slim crack in the wall and turn to my left. I quietly walk further in, hoping they wouldn’t spot me. The walls closing in on me as I move inside. Suddenly, I hear footsteps accompanied with animal like sounds from the entrance of the crack. I stop walking and stand still, trying to get my loud heartbeat under control, praying to god to save me from the people I once used to know. I look up to the sky for some guidance and spot a thin slice of the dark starry sky above. All around me there are huge walls. These walls aren’t really walls, they are heaps of waste, accumulated over generations. In the daylight, these walls look very