If I were a pile of bones, where would I hide? The question had been screwing up my head for the past half an hour. I had no confirmation either. I was simply going off a whim.
"Angie, look! They're selling fried Oreo's and funnel cake, your favorites!" John shouted. Not even John's excitement and the scrumptious taste of sweets causing my stomach to gurgle, could break through the cloud in my mind. He circled the area in a fast pace as if he was trying to keep his inner child under control. My lips curved up at his actions and I trotted in his footsteps.
"Are you going to buy me some?" I teased.
"I'm going to buy us both some. Let's see if Rosemary likes carnival food." He ran off, grinning and I laughed. The laughter soon died down as I gazed around. Gray clouds drowned the dark sky, almost like a preparation for rain. Hopefully, rain wouldn't make an appearance. Maybe it just happened to be a really dark Halloween night.
There were many families passing through the event. Single parents with the company of one child or more, children who were accompanied by both a mother and father, couples without children, the list went on. I hugged myself, spotting John in the back of the line, which pushed a few inches back. There had to be about seven or more people in front of him. Shaking my head, I pranced up to him and tapped his shoulder.
"John, I'm going to look for the bathroom. I really need to use it."
He nodded and looked around. "Okay. Well, it doesn't look like this line is going to get shorter any time soon, so I'll be waiting here for you. Hopefully, by the time you get back, I'll be ordering. Call me if anything."
"Of course," I said and kissed his cheek. I then turned on my heel, allowing my eyes to scan the area. Various signs pointed me in different directions, but none of them screamed the bathroom is this way. Perhaps, I have to walk further into the property before I come across a sign or even a bathroom. I sighed.
The clusters only thickened within every step I took. Large groups shuffled past me, causing me to squeeze through the narrow, tight spaces. Eventually, I found myself lost in a crowd. Said crowd gathered together, tucked in by trees and a large gate surrounding the entire community garden. The way the paths diffused in different directions reminded me of Botanical Garden's very own trails.
Our school had driven us to The Bronx, on a field trip in the massive garden, where Cory, John, and I got lost. We stopped for one moment only to be separated from the other students and teachers. It was an accident. I'd been so focused on the beautiful rose buds growing from their stems, we'd lost track of our group. Lucky for us, John had Mr. Maury's number—our vice principal at the time—and he guided us back to the group.
"Deshawn, the maze is that way!" A girl laughed and screamed, clinging onto a boy's arm. I watched the two circle around each other, a fit of giggles bubbling from their chest. She yanked on his arm and took a sharp turn left. I paused, pondering. The heavy background music began to seep its way into my brain, the lyrics becoming clearer.
"To the left, to the left," sung Beyoncé on the speaker. I hadn't paid any mind to the music until their actions pulled me in. Left—if the maze is to the left and the song pointed to the left—I no longer want to turn left. Of course, my curiosity convinced me otherwise.
Cautiously, my feet slid over the pavement in one direction. My fingers squeezed, the blood pumping to my knuckles, at my side. A small, green arrow pointed me down a strip, where I could see an entrance filled with people, fading into darkness. There was no doubt, that's the line leading into the maze. Dim lights flicked over their heads, barely enough to spark their shadows, only allow their clothing to sparkle. I kept moving cautiously. My feet barely touched the pavement before I had been abruptly interrupted.
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Mary's BonesMystery / Thriller
Following the death of her twin brother, Angie Abernathy can barely keep herself from falling to shambles. But when her husband encourages her to sort through Cory's belongings, she finds not only the closure she needs, but a secret of Cory's. It li...