Fantasy myth


The boy looked at his reflection each day. What he saw was different to the image everyone else could see.

“I am a tiger” he told his parents, and, to appease him, they went along with the idea and gave him a big cat mask.

“You are a tiger son,” they said.

After a while, they noticed differences about him. He slinked rather than walked and preened his hair rather than brush it.

Eventually he sprouted coarse stripes, and a stump grew at the bottom of his spine that inched longer every hour.

“I don’t eat vegetables now,” he told his parents, “I eat fresh meat.”

They continued to feed him vegetable burgers, however, until their disappearance.

Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author mental health advocate, and poet.

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