A Short Story
All eyes were on the muddy watering hole: zebras, gazelles, lions and hyenas, all waiting with bated breath. Up above, the light of the sun cut paths through the obstructing clouds, and bathed the landscape in a warm light. This light is a glint in the eyes of all the animals, but on the face of the watering hole, it is a mask that hides Death lurking below the still waters. The animals stare from a distance at the still waters. They dare not go nearer because of a gnarly dark mass protruding slightly above the water surface, sometimes moving, sometimes still.