But I’d reckoned without the tiger which came from behind me and launched herself up the slope at Tim. As I turned and flung myself over the tiger cub to protect it, I heard the horrendous sound of a shot, shouting, and, as I knelt over the cub with it safe under the arch of my body, a crash. There was a pause full of creaking and crashing, followed by an excruciating pain across my lower back. I could hear further shouting, more shots, another sharp stabbing pain . . . and then nothing.
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Burning Bright
RomansaPrompted by a single image in my mind of Eoin Macken, and knowing his love of tigers, I just started writing . . . and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it :)
