50 x 35cm
I & the dying minotaur were covered in blood & gore. The central chamber in
which the frenzied struggle had taken place was a mess, the walls all spattered &
smeared, the floor slippery.
From time to time the monster uttered groans, in turn bloodcurdling & pitiful.
Having done what I had come to do all I wanted was to get away from the
scene of turmoil. But the thread had snapped during the course of the strug-
gle. I searched & searched. Eventually I located what I was looking for.
Cluthching the thread I eagerly followed where it lead as if it was a trail of gold
glowing in the dark passage winding here & there, now this way, now that way.
Eventually I made my tortuous way out of the labyrinth into the open air &