Until today, the winter has been a wet black dog. Now the dog is growing claws and shaking loose its skin. The white lion is soon to return.
The stone lions on the bridge across the moat stared forward, mouths slightly open, showing pointed teeth and the shadows beyond.
Ay felt eyes on his back, shining from the jungle with anticipation and fear. Pass the lions. Reach the palace. The others will follow. There are no other guards. Cross the moat and you reach salvation, for you, your family, your village.
He stood and began to run. The head of one of the lions began to grind round towards him, dust falling from its flexing muscles. Ay ran and ran and ran. The lion leapt, jaws open.
First published on https://flashfriday.wordpress.com 13 November 2015