Flash Fiction Friday: Snow Leopard

He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the heavy snow falling about him. At least, not with the stillness with which he watched me. His grey-blue eyes hung wide.

Snow buried his paws. Wind ruffled his spotted fur. Yet, he stood like a statue, the twitching of his dark-pink nose the only sign he was alive. That, and the gentle puff of smoke swirling about him as he exhaled.

One tiny, round ear flicked backwards. A moment later, the other followed. Tension in his muscles rippled his thick white fur as if he were preparing to pounce.


Inspired by artist Jean-Claude Bistanti’s ‘First Snow‘ from Deviantart.

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