Behold the black lion. His teeth red, his chin wet, with blood. Glowing embers from the depths of hell, fix on his prey, fix on you. “Your safe. Your ok. Don’t worry,” a rumbling murmuration, rumbles from his throat. His words, that are his unleashed children, are all lies. In an empty field, cold air bites your skin. You have no weapons, and the black lion approaches. In your hand you remember, you have a one way radio. On the other side of it, He is listening. You need not format your words, or regurgitate some ancient chant, just talk.
“Put down the radio,” hisses the black lion, showing the snake tatoo on his silver tongue, “He is not listening! Why would he help a wretched blight like you… Surrender! Surrender to me!”
Your thumb finds the button, waking a red glow. The line is open, as the black lion lunges for your throat…
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
6 thoughts on “Green smoke, whispers”
Wow! Very vivid and scary image! I love how you can take me way for a minute to your creative Zachland.
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Ah, Sweet Justice. Justice is so very difficult to fool.
Interesting. In this tale, you find the lion to be administering justice? Does the person deserve to die? Perhaps. But, what happens if we are brave enough to call for help?
Bravery is an illusion considering the extents of enemies and their forces.
True indeed. Bravery is foolishness, in this case. A call for help, is perhaps humility acting in valor, and yet is the bravest thing to do, to say “I need help!”. In a war against a bedeviled foe, there is only one who is stronger.
Battles of the mind and battles of the soul. Sometimes death is sweeter than a mangled corpse. Surrender is not always a bad option.