Gardens I cont.
The woman’s breathing wouldn’t steady. She bounced between panic and sorrow. Had she not been silenced, she would have been detected. The golem didn’t move much and blocked her path, so she opted to backtrack.
The hedge maze was unrelenting and each turn felt as foreign as the last. The hedges were too tall to veer over and the woman dreaded what might appear to consume her if she tried scaling them.
She found herself at a dead end.
Upon turning around, a golem appeared at the last intersection she crossed. She was pinned.
The branches and roots wriggled together as the golem began closing the gap between them.
The woman backed up slowly until she had no space left. She trembled as she leaned back into the hedge. It held tight, like leaning into a quilt.
The golem got so close to her, she could smell the damp earth holding its magical form together.
As the golem’s head about met her face, the hedge gave way and she silently fell through it.
She was on a cobblestone patio, complete with a worn down gazebo in the center. She stared blankly into the sky, wondering if she could still move.
“Did you like my maze?” came a light airy voice.
The woman leaned up and peered over her shoulder to see a pale, slender woman adorned in a torn black and green dress sitting at a table under the gazebo.
“I call it Rooter’s Folly,” she cheerily declared as she sipped on a chipped tea cup.
The woman stood up from her daze and wandered over to the pale woman’s table.
“Care for some rose tea?” the pale woman offered.