The Minotaur
In the tunnel, cobweb-stricken and dank, a rat skittered to and fro, hitting his shoe as if drunk. The cockroaches joined in, slicking the floor with a beetle-black sheen. Unable to keep his footing he slid to his knees and, cursing his misfortune, he cried out loud,"where the hell am I? God rid me of this mess!" as the roaches covered him with a shroud of wriggling toes and waggling antennae. He staggered to his feet, brushing off the bugs, and placed his hands flat against the wall, feeling his way to the only source of light, a flickering candle on a mat, sticky with melted wax. The light brought into view a huge oaken door. He could barely pull the door ajar, and when he did, he caught a sign thereon which read, 'Beware all ye who enter here.' "Aaargh!" he groaned, "what the hell have I gotten myself into now."
...to be continued
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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