The Rocks Mirror Maze and Glass Direct Australia John Smith July 11, 2014 Home Inspiration, Multi-storey House, Narrow Blocks Mark was never sure how they found the place. It was somewhere in the Sydney district of the Rocks, down some little alleyway. Try as he did, neither he nor Ginny could ever find it again. He even tried calling Glass Direct Australia, since they were integral in its creation. But Glass Direct Australia denied any knowledge of it. To be honest, they’d both been drinking. But that didn’t mean they hallucinated the entire thing. They’d been out on the town, wandering from bar to bar, enjoying the nightlife only Sydney has to offer. Svelte women in dark dresses rubbed against leather jacketed men. Music thumped out of half a hundred venues. It felt like the pulse of the city itself. The crowded streets teemed with white smiles, red lips; dark shadows, neon lights; perfume and sweat. They were stumbling between nightclubs when Mark spotted a faded red neon sign: The Rocks Mirror Maze Café. It was at the very end of a dark, quiet alley. They could see no one between them and the café. With a look and a smile they turned, hand-in-hand, and walked towards it. The pulse of the nightclubs didn’t reach this far. The silence was like a breath of fresh air. Below the red neon sign were two large wooden double doors. The doors had no handles, only a single black metal knocker: A demon or troll with a metal ring in its mouth. Ginny suddenly had a very bad feeling about being here. As Mark reached for the knocker she pulled at his arm, “I don’t like this,” she whispered, her eyes wide in the darkness. Mark didn’t say anything. He knocked on the door twice. Almost instantly the double doors opened inwardly, pulled open by a giant of a man. His face was obscured by shadows, his voice was deep and rich, “Welcome to the Rocks Mirror Maze Café. Come in.” He stood to one side and with an arm theatrically presented the entrance to the maze. Mark and Ginny entered. They were immediately confronted by hundreds of reflections. They were in a twisting tunnel of mirrors. Mirrors of all shapes and sizes, sitting at subtle angles, mirrors locked together side-by-side; mirrors standing alone; mirrors above and below them reflecting the light – reflecting the shadows. They smiled, clasped hands and began feeling their way through the maze. In the semi-darkness they bumped into walls and one another often. So confined they could feel each other’s warmth; almost hear each other’s breathing. They never let go of each other. Stumbling and smiling, lost and wondering Mark and Ginny wandered through the labyrinth, eventually arriving at a small café. By this time they were famished and parched. As they ordered food and drink they spoke with the proprietor: The concept of a Mirror Maze was a very difficult thing to produce. The mirrors themselves had to be individually created. Each of them placed in swivel frames – so the maze could be altered at anytime. Only Glass Direct Australia was brave enough to accept the challenge to build so many mirrors for so many frames and fit them in such an architecturally complex design. Neither Mark nor Ginny remember how they left the Mirror Maze. Only that one moment they were discussing the wonders of its construction with the proprietor and the next they were standing in the garish rays of the nightclubs feeling the thump of music in their chests. As I said, Mark and Ginny looked for the café again, many times. They even called Glass Direct Australia hoping to find its address through their records. They never found it again. Share this:Click to share on TwitterClick to share on Google+Click to email this to a friendShare on Facebook Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published. Name* Email* Website Comment Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.