Competition Eight Highly Commended: Kiss Me, Tiger

I met the tiger beside the merry-go-round. He vowed that a ride on his back would be better than a plastic horse, sticky with candy-floss fingerprints. I rode under the yolky streetlights, my fingers entwined in his pelt. I lapped up his promises, convinced they tasted of love. I was a girl raised on stories …

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