Ficlets

50 Doors

If I had known that I would be returned to my starting spot, I would have prepared my penlight for the arrival. Finding myself in dark places lacking all light had already made it to my mental list of things to avoid. As it was, I had no need of the penlight. Evidently, the light emitting moss from the maze which glowed with light emanating properties hung to the backpack from where I had dropped it at the crossroads, the bottom of my shoes and elsewhere on my clothes from where I had collapsed in the maze. I gathered all of the moss together in a loose clump and deposited it on the floor in the center of the sphere. From that spot, the entire space was brightened to cloudy daylight consistency.

View this story's 1 comments.