Dog

Previously

…I placed my hand on the wall. Cool. Solid. Real in a way that nothing else in the maze quite manages to be. And slowly, carefully, like someone relearning how to trust their own legs, I turned around. The corridor stretched behind me, darker than I remembered. But somewhere in it, far back, past the doubt and the silence and the years of walking in the wrong direction, there was a glow. Faint. Familiar. The color of late afternoon light slicing across a dirty floor. I took a step toward it. Then another. And the maze, patient as ever, opened a door I hadn't seen before, just to the left, just within reach, leading somewhere I couldn't yet identify.