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Friday Fictioneers – Maze

6 February, 2015

And suddenly a week has gone by. Woosh. Rochelle’s weekly FriFic prompt pinged into my inbox ready to be the inspiration for another round of round-the-world writing. Here it is:


You’re here to read my 100 words I expect so I’d better give you those aswell:


Time and age can alter memory’s perspective; places and objects from the past seem smaller when revisited. Childhood emotions reduce with time, too. But they never disappear.

Years ago, the hedgerow maze grandpa created in his garden was a terrifying, impossible labyrinth, surrounding me on all sides with impenetrable foliage and the unseen laughter of my elder cousins. Today it stands waist-high to me, but I still feel that panic.

And seeing the hut behind it, I feel the beatings I received for my cowardly crying when my cousins left me lost in the maze. That pain does not subside.



  1. We’ve all been there – hopefully not with the beatings, but the discovery about what has stayed with us from childhood and what has changed. Nice story, great writing.

  2. I never understood the logic of beatings to stop a person from crying. I guess it’s a cumulative thing. Anyway, I enjoyed your story and truly hope it was fiction. Have a great weekend.

  3. Wonderful, horrible…
    Thought it was to do with being lost and left out (which is bad enough) and then the devastating ending…
    Puts me in mind of soldiers being shot for not wanting to shoot each other.

  4. So sad. I too, hope it was pure fiction.

  5. Basically, being beaten for being afraid. Sad, very sad.

  6. Dear RG,

    Those tapes set to playing in our childhood seem to continue forever, don’t they? Well done.



  7. Oh, this packs a bite. Just enough story to camouflage a lesson in bad parenting and its fruits. Well done.

  8. Such a sad story. He may be coping with the maze now, but he’s obviously never going to cope with the painful memories of his childhood.

  9. I think everyone has memories like this – that leave such strong impressions they never leave even if we grow out of the fear or misconception. Well done.

  10. Bad memories indeed. Memories that did’t recede with time. Good job!

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