27 March 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
The 7.12 Northern Line carriage thundered out of the station platform, hurling a swirling rush of air towards the two of them as it passed.
Amidst the torrent of dust and air, they continued to circle each other menacingly, growling with ruthless intent.
Theirs was a confrontation long coming; a final battle built up by months of tribal tension, desperate for control of the territory.
Friends and family, both of them had lost, but now they would decide once and for all who would rule.
A low rumble came from the tunnel behind them, a final crescendo. Roaring, they jumped.