It drooled as it showed its canines and tilted its humongous orange head. Its low growl turned into a deafening roar. The other tigers took notice.
Ed froze in his tracks just inches away, trying to decide if he should make eye contact. He decided against it.
Edna covered her mouth to squelch a scream that would only make matters worse. She gasped as a sharp claw reached out and swatted in Ed’s direction.
They suddenly heard something approach from behind, but were afraid to turn and look.
“Folks,” a voice said calmly. “The Zoo closes in five minutes.”
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This 99-word story is my contribution to the February 10 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story about wild spaces."
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