Friday Fictioneers — Swallowed by a Maze

PHOTO PROMPT - © Sandra Crook

He placed an hour-glass clock adjacent to the maze. His idea of a joke. The hedge appeared not of threatening height from outside — no taller than the average man — so people were happy to take up the challenge.

The owner of the garden would set up his deckchair opposite the clock, pour himself a glass of champagne, and toast participants before they disappeared through an entrance that immediately closed behind them.

On the inside, the hedge reached to the sky and was full of thorns. Not an exit in sight.

Poor souls. Mere skeletons. The maze had a monstrous appetite.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image (c) Sandra Crook

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #06 — Defunct Garden Clock

Garden Clock

I wonder whether this clock ground to a halt at 6.30 in the morning or evening and what time of year it happened. Perhaps it was summer, so the gardener was outside and missed his breakfast or tea as a result. Maybe it gave up the ghost at the same moment as someone died, a bit like the grandfather clock in the well-known song written by Henry Clay in 1876.

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