Hard rain catches in the wandering torchlight, which snaps around at the sound of croaking over the relentless drumming. Eyes flash back yellow from the drainpipe. The frogs' bloated bodies clog up the drain, slimy water spilling past them. The rough croaks intensify as you draw nearer. A warning. But not of you. For you.
Paddy Dobson
8th January 2022