The horror maze was filled with shrieks
and jump-scares, limbs tumbled down
out of trap-door openings, parts were
well-played, weird moans, demented
laughing, while we walked through
darkness and burst out laughing, once
or even twice. It was fun but never truly
scary. And not because I’m desensitised
to horror, although it’s true that I don’t
jump and barely get scared. See, there just
wasn’t an email asking if I have capacity
to pick up some of a colleague’s workflow.
My fifteen minutes in the maze felt like a
warm blanket, a nice escape, just curl up
with a cuppa, let the actors run their lines.