Photo prompt © Melanie Greenwood
Excited I ran. A moment of indecision before turning to the right. Another decision saw me veering to the left then right, which became a dead-end. All the inspirational muses were here; dancing, reading and strumming on musical instruments. Idyllic but unlikely. Into the maze and another dead-end. Two men sat discussing forms, truth, mathematics and knowledge. Plato said, “No place for poetry in our ideal city.” I returned to the maze. On reaching the exit I overheard Descartes, Kant, Nietzsche in deep debate. I sat and listened. I was caught in a maze of a different kind.
Friday fictioneers photo PROMPT. Can you get lost in it? What kind of story does it tell you? Share it in a hundred words or less.
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Lovely Irene both words and photo!
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Thanks Barbara although the photo is not mine. I agree it is great.
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Ha, no kidding! Love the way you surprise us with your twists. Beautiful photo too. Keep ‘me coming 🙂
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Glad you were lost in the maze with me.:)
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Me too 😀
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Philosophical mazes are the best type to be caught in! Great story. 🙂
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I agree and they can be the most difficult of mazes to get out from. Thanks 🙂
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Mythology and philosophy, eh? Lost in both worlds… THAT would be interesting. 🙂
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A maze that you can never escape from 🙂
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As WordPress has abandoned us in terms of offering writing challenges (no, I do NOT consider those idiotic daily prompts to be anything else), these bloggers’ challenges are fine. And so is your imagination ! 🙂
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I enjoy these flashes. glad you enjoy the imagings of one from the north. 🙂
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What a maze to be lost in, but haven’t we been in it for ages already? 🙂
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I can’t escape from it Charli. The path seems likely and then another deviation has to be made. Some great discoveries along the way however so none of it has been a waste of time. Just wish the old brain was still capable of remembering more.
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This reminds me of describing “a maze of knowledge.”
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That’s it exactly and it is all so complicated the thoughts of these men it really is like being stuck in a maze.
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Yes, I understand what you mean! I couldn’t help but think, “maze of knowledge.” I personally find that the more I learn, the more I know that I don’t know.” That’s a maze. 😀
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I know that feeling too. You wish that you had known this earlier so that you would have had more time to learn more. What a waste I sometimes think but then I realise that you were learning other things that led you to this point of wanting to know and it is all part of the huge maze of life.
Just amazing. 🙂
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Dear Irene,
Writing can be like that. Nice take.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
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How very clever to combine the maze with philosophers! I’ve never been in a maze myself, but can imagine what it would be like. Good concept and great writing, Irene..
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I’ve only been in very simple ones. I knew someone who lived in the bush and had an outdoor toilet. He made a maze between the house and it. He probably knew his way there easily and being a man if caught short it probably didn’t worry him. I was always concerned that a middle of the night stroll could see me lost till morning and still bursting to go.
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It does feel like this sometimes, doesn’t it?
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Absolutely
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Life is a maze of possibilities. I often find myself in a mess (maze?) of indecision about the right way to think about something. I’d be hopeless on a jury – I’d always be saying ‘Yes, but …’. There is always more than one side to a question, more than one way to see things. I love how you’ve got me thinking with your story. Well told.
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Oh, I like your take on this. Philosophy does often seem like maze without an end.
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It certainly is a maze, made harder by the terms in which they couch what they are trying to say. I want to know but I wish they’d say it in plain English. Then just as you think you have it worked out a reference to another philosopher sends you off on yet another path in the maze. Thanks for dropping by.
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