Short Fiction: Echoes of captive hands

Image provided by Wendelin Jacober through Pexels I didn’t deserve to be rescued, but I had to be selfish one last time. The underground maze proved difficult to navigate for my pursuer in blue. My labyrinth home would be my escape; each turn led me to the next narrow walkway laden with thick steel doorsContinue reading “Short Fiction: Echoes of captive hands”