Tamer in Training

“We don’t feed the tigers,” The Great Tamer, explained.

The Great Tamer was my Grandfather and his word was law.

The tiger nuzzling at my neck seemed to think differently.

“They only receive food when they successfully complete a trick.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” I replied. His fur was soft under my fingertips. His tail flicked with delight.

The Great Tamer snapped his whip against the floor, my tiger didn’t even flinch. I bent down to give him a kiss.

It was easy then, hidden by my shadow, to slip him a cube of meat.

I swear my tiger smiled.

This week’s 100 Word Warmup Wednesday challenge: Include a broken rule.

Circus. CC2.0 photo by net_efekt.

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