Wednesday, February 12, 2014
100 Words a Day 544
The tiger dragged the body through the street. The people peeked through cracked doors or shutters. None dared to face the orange demon. The corpse was largely free of blood; the tiger broke the boy’s neck with the crushing grip of its jaw. The beast looked neither right nor left as it pulled its meal down the street. When the tiger reached the tree line, it let the fleshy corpse fall from its mouth and gave a roar. The villagers huddled together, not daring to leave their flimsy huts. Satisfied, the tiger retrieved its meal and vanished among the trees.