“TILT TWO” by Mundy Hackett

He withdrew into his cave so suddenly, that when she noticed and glanced up, all she spotted was the striped swishing tail.
Come back, she growled. I killed and brought an antelope for you, your favorite. I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come.
No sound from the cave. He brooded within, and she brooded without. Without of the cave, without him.
Come out and snarl at me, she challenged. What can I think when you leave? How can I understand what you do not share, so that I can understand how you see? Let us see eye to eye. Is it black stripes on orange skin, or black skin with orange stripes, or does it even really matter…
She prowled until the sun set and rose, the untouched antelope corpse engulfed by a swarm of flies.
The humans who passed by on their safari tour spotted her. Awww, how awesome, they squealed amongst themselves in their funny human tongue. Awwww, how amazing. How pure. How wild. How feral. How raw.
Only the middle-aged woman, estranged from her husband and on the run from heartache, could look the tigeress in the eye, and perceive the torment within it.

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