I run through the maze of the narrow cobblestone streets and alleyways, hemmed in by stone facades and boarded up store fronts. With dead ends and wrong turns, how do I find my way out? Terror shivers down my spine. It whispers at my back.
I wake with a start. Cowering in an abandoned doorway, the fear finds me. It was not a dream after-all. I peer around the corner. Stumbling from my hiding place, I enter the maze and once again run. Straining forward in hope that the terror will fade and a way of escape will be found.
I’m not sure how it happened, but this is where my muse led and is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by our host, Rochelle.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.