Role Reversal

An animal-advocate was on his way to a forest-resthouse when the rain came down by the bucketful. It grew steadily darker.

A truck menacingly appeared round the narrow mountain-bend. While making way, he slipped; fell into the void.

Several feet down, his woollen outerwear got caught in an oak tree. A while later, he sensed another presence: a leopard, few branches apart.

Below, the yawning abyss; the road above, way out of reach.

The leopard edged closer; placed its back beneath his body-of-slight-build so he could get astride it. Then it leapt straight up with his hands around its neck.

First published in f3

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