I'm looking for readers for the whole thing, but comments on this part are welcome, too. The full piece is 900 words.

The inside was dark. Outside, the light is too bright. I squint and blink against the sun. The sky is almost white with the heat, and I can't tell where the land turns into water turns into sky. I stumble, and Daedalus puts his hand on my shoulder to steady me.
"Careful," he says. "You don't want to fall."
I shrug his hand off my shoulder. Gulls soar in the air above us, and I can smell the sea.
Daedalus grunts. "Touchy," he says, but he is in a good mood because we are escaping, so he doesn't say anything else. He lets go of me and walks over to the pile near the edge of the cliff.

I first went into the labyrinth to get away from Daedalus. After he fell asleep, I grabbed the key from its hiding place, threw some bread and fruit into a bag, and slipped away. I ran down the corridors until I found the great iron gate. Daedalus would never look for me there - and if he did, he'd never find me. No, that wasn't true, he built the labyrinth, he knew every twisted passage - but it would take him days to find me, and something else might find him first.