© Melanie Greenwood
This maze was a joke, barely fit to confuse a child.
Even if the path hadn’t been so obvious, Martin knew that he’d solve any conventional maze through logic. It wasn’t the maze that intrigued him, it was that beam of light shooting down like an arrow, and pointing to the passage from formal garden to wilderness. He felt drawn to that wilderness, there was a yearning, deep down, that had to be obeyed. Long strides led him right into the blinding light. When his vision returned, he gaped. He stood in a forest, and was scrutinized by a unicorn.
I love to write drabbles and am glad to have found the Friday Fictioneers through my friend LadyLeeManila. Writing with a photo prompt can be a lot of fun, and writing with such a limited word count is challenging, and educational. When every word counts, you really have to think about what you want to say. And since the challenge closes on Tuesdays, I’m posting this today instead of tomorrow.