The word of the week is Labyrinth, and I think once again my television watching is probably reflecting a little in my work. Take a look at this week’s six-sentence story, where a warrior takes on a labyrinth to slay all the monsters and serve justice to those deserving.
It was time, this was it, what her training had prepared her for, it had all led to this day.
She checked her armour one final time, finding each carefully chosen piece perfectly in place, and she readied her weapon for the fight to come.
It was more than she had ever expected, with each foe slain giving rise to two more, like the hydras of old, but she pushed on taking each turn as they came, marching towards victory.
She took losses, at the end of each day she knew that she was both more and less than she had been the day before, and it was becoming quite clear that the person who finished this journey would be far different than the one who had started it.
The final blow was anticlimactic, and it took her days longer than it should have to realize that it was over, that she had won, she had conquered the labyrinth and defeated the monster
She looked down at the paperwork from opposing counsel declaring that no appeal would be filed as she called her client to tell her that it was finally safe to go home, and knew that today she was a champion.