Into The Labyrinth (Hidden Temple, Black Dog, George Michael)

FICTION

This is a continuation of Into The Labyrinth from the last two month's fiction features but it can be read as a stand alone piece. Click for parts 1 & 2.

The great mountain at the center of the labyrinth lay seemingly, just ahead, maybe a mile away, but no matter how carefully I tried to navigate towards it, the mountain never seemed to draw any closer. Just winding path after path with only minor variations. I kept track of the passage of the sun, marking it in my notebook – dawn, noon, and the sunset which turned my body into a sundial and cast long thin shadows on the labyrinth walls.

Three days became five, became ten. I was going nowhere and sensed that if something didn’t change soon, I’d get stuck again, forget I was even in the labyrinth and another twenty years would drift by.