They were running towards her car with the tiger right behind them. She had always been a terrible driver, so she let the girl drive.
Her long black hair loose around her face, the girl drove like a dream. When the car stopped she moved in closer to the girl to kiss her but then she heard it – the buzz.
Start the car, start the car, she screamed.
The girl tried. And tried.
She looked at her lips longingly, muttered a curse and ran out for her life.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”
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