C247 Gryphon Anna

Benito walked to the balcony and put his hands on the stone handle. He frowned out of habit.

He looked at the grass in the yard that was wet. It should have been wet by the rain last night. The cool morning sun shone on his body, and the smell of pollen in the wind disappeared without a trace. Beside the pool, a griffin that was tied to a sculpture with iron chains was combing its feathers