Bleak story! It starts out with a nice creepy vibe that seems perfectly appropriate for a twilit evening in late October, but after a while this story just becomes sad and dismal. I expected a descent into madness, but instead I think I've gone on a descent into hopelessness. Not that I didn't like it, but it was a little jarring.
The narration was wonderful, and did a great job conveying isolation. In particular, the line "He must know I'm looking for him. Wouldn't he have come looking for me?" struck one on the ol' heartstrings. This is, I think something we all want to believe, and the poor narrator is finding out that, essentially, he wouldn't.
I understand the criticism that some are expressing along the lines that the plot in this tale consists entirely of some people getting lost in a labyrinth. This isn't something that bothers me, and I've said before I don't mind stories where, well, nothing happens (cf. "Nightfall in the Scent Garden"). But I'd refine that critique to say that all that really happens to the narrator is that she's looking for her husband. Always making right turns. Only at the end do we see a glimmer of how being lost in an infinite maze of possibly malefic intent is actually affecting her. Psychologically this could be traumatizing, heartbreaking, fury-inducing, emboldening, any number of things, and I wish there had been more of that. But all-in-all a fine, if unexpectedly despair-filled, story.