Minotaur

I walked without thinking into the cool blue shadows, the hairs standing up on my arms. The sunshine was far behind me, now. I thought of calling, but you wouldn't hear me through all that stone: sandstone? granite? marble? You would have known. Big blocks like tombstones. There was a distant sound. Your footsteps, perhaps. 

I walked deeper into indigo-grey, not thinking, just looking. And then I saw.

But it was too late to turn and run.