Today I am sharing a short story for your enjoyment.
Running through the maze I can see hear the stomping of the hooves. What beast was after me? The pounding was like fifty bass drums in a marching band. The ground shook with every stomp of whatever was trying to find me. Every so often it would make me stumble to the ground.
There’s nowhere to hide, when, not if it finds me. It must smell my fear. I can hear its breath. And what’s worse, I can smell it. Probably from all the other people it has eaten. It’s probably preparing a very tasty meal.
Probably my one and only hope is that it thinks I taste like garbage and spits me out. I can hope that, but like a condemned prisoner who always hopes the rope breaks, it’s a false hope.
Everywhere I go there’s bones lying around. Mostly broken in two or more pieces. All of the skulls have been smashed open.
I had a thought that I could dig a whole in the ground and hide. Probably not, but maybe a series of smaller holes that can make the beast break its legs. Then I’ll be safe. And maybe find a way out of here.
Yes that is what I’ll do. I won’t go out running or on my knees begging. Finding what looks like a leg bone I began digging a six inch deep trench in a staggered formation. This will hopefully give it a greater chance of the beast hitting something.
Sticking some things in the ground to act like spikes the sudden silence of the maze began gripping me like a vice. No sound of hooves, or breathing out or growls. With my stomach crawling into my throat I spun around and there the beast is standing.
Right out of myth – the minotaur. Or maybe straight out of hell.
The beast snorted and rockets of snot flew out its nose. Slobber dripped out of the corners of its mouth.
Grabbing another bone to hold in front of me, I’m going out fighting, I started twirling it around. The beast opened its mouth and pulled out a small bone and then said in that echoed evil voice from the movies, “Pinky fingers make good toothpicks.”
After it threw the pinky finger bone at me another voice cam from behind me.
“I never did like the kidneys either.”
Turning around, I see another minotaur and I got my back to the hedge of the maze. I turned my head left and right looking at each of them.
“Shall we share our meal or fight for this one?” the new arrival asked.
What looked like a smirk crossed the lips of the first one, “I’m not as hungry as I was with the last one so let’s share.”
They turned to face me and with deliberate slowness to taunt me they started walking toward me. I tried swinging my weapon but one of them merely grabbed my arm and forced me to my knees.
The other one grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes and said, “The brain lives for up to thirty seconds after decapitation. The last thing you’ll see is us eating your headless body. You should have paid your bills.
And with that it ripped my head off. I could see the blood trail leading from my body as it put my head on the ground so I could see them eating me.