Here’s a story I wrote a while back that was originally intended for submission in ROAR 9; unfortunately, I didn’t get in, even though the editor said she enjoyed reading this. After that, I put this one away for a while and thought about either submitting it to another anthology (and fit said anthology’s theme), post it online, self-publish this, or expand on it as far as I can and see where it goes. Personally, I felt this one was good as-is, story-wise, but I’ve been unable to find relevant anthologies due to life constraints; so, I decided to take a look at this one last time, clean it up, and post it to my galleries.
Also, this story is dedicated to two friends of mine: Natasha and Robert, both of whom are tigers (and love boxing). All three of us have dealt with too much shit in our lives and, to a degree, are still dealing with shit nowadays.
I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!!!
Story and characters © yours truly
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and brands are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
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