Time for Friday Fictioneers again…got to this link for more 100 word stories based on a picture of the week. http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=437147
I was sitting among the garden’s flowers, mulling over my troubled life, when I noticed the ancient woman inching along the labyrinth’s twists and turns. She bent over a silver cane while the one hand caressed her heart as if to assure her it was beating. Her steps shuffled in the rose petal center and back out again. When finished, her puckered face still looked like a withered apple head doll, but her rheumy eyes radiated celestial brightness.
“Peace, child,” she said. I knew then I wanted what she had. I stepped onto the labyrinth’s path and began to pray.