I clip my way over the face of the hedgerow. It’s good for the plants, keeping them trimmed allows them to grow healthy new leaves. My job is upkeep and maintenance for this old maze, from entrance to end, keeping it green and healthy and squared off nicely. It’s a lifetime project. My hedges look nice, don’t they?
On the trail between the hedges I stumble across another string, leading off into the maze. Gods, it must be the fourth time this century.
I shake my horns and heft my battle axe. Damned heroes, who keeps letting them in here?
Inspired by this weeks Friday Fictioneers prompt:
ParkInkSpot 
You know that hedge mazes are going to lead to minotaurs, the Queen of Hearts, or Maze Runner–99 percent of the time, right?
I definitely believe that the tenders off those meticulous hedges must be mystical creatures.
It has to be a zen thing. Turn brain off, clip clip clip, on autopilot for the day.
Watch out! It could be Theseus. Bloody Greeks – they get everywhere.
Always underfoot :nod:
Ahh, heroes – helping the lost get out of the maze. (i think)
Heh, funny ending. 🙂
Pesky heroes. Always underfoot.
Nice of them to leave a piece of string so he can find them and chop them up! Though that wasn’t the string’s original purpose, I’m sure…
Dunno, we’ll have to ask Theseus. He should have used breadcrumbs instead.
Absolutely loved this write – great job! 😀
The minotaur speaks! And he’s a gardener. Very funny.
Dear Dave,
A Minotaur’s work is never done. And that title? Thanks. Now I have Paul McCartney singing in my ear. 😉 Not a bad thing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I like that this is from the perspective of the minotaur! Those strings are a dead giveaway…
Breadcrumbs are, too. “Be on the lookout for german kids.”
An enjoyable 100 words.
Thank you.