by Christian Bone
Winter stood on the frozen battlefield, at the edge of Spring’s sword.
He was fierce but elderly while Spring was young and blooming.
Winter’s tale was to end.
“Your reign is over, old man,” Spring cried over the biting wind.
“Why do you do this?” Winter replied. “I have ruled well.”
“You are bitter and cold-hearted. It’s time for a regime change.”
Winter closed his eyes. This was a natural process, he told himself. Like the melting of the snow around him. Like the switchover of the seasons.
Spring sprung. Winter fell.
Soon, another sword unsheathed.
‘My turn,’ said Summer.
Author bio: @ChristianABone is a retired detective who keeps bees on the Sussex Downs. Either that, or he is a writer who doesn't understand the difference between fiction and reality.
Seasons is part of 101 Fiction issue 3.