Tigers By Chris Leckonby

We stopped at a café, dusty and tired. The glum waitress glared. Nearly knock-off time. She stood, unsmiling, notepad in hand, tapping her pencil. I determined to make her smile.

Photos of tiger cubs adorned the walls. As she wrote our order I commented. “I love your pictures, what’s the significance of the tigers?”

She said, still glowering, “I used to be a tiger tamer in the circus.” I tried to transfer her from here back to there. She lit up as she excitedly poured out her story.

Then, smiling, “I’ll get your tea.”


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Raised in UK, married farmer, emigrated to Australia with family, now grown up, became science teacher, now writing again and travelling lots in retirement. The whole story takes 150,000 words!

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