As a child, I remember watching The Tiger venture into the water, never the ocean; only the safety and confinement of the pool.
The pool was dirty, cold and unopened. The vinyl lining had caved in and crumbled into the sand and water stirred together for more than 10 years.
The Tiger couldn't swim. Parents from his country scared their young away from the cold sea for their own good. Most young never learned to swim.
The Tiger couldn't swim. Parents from his country scared their young away from the cold sea for their own good. Most young never learned to swim.
The Tiger would venture into the pool with trepidation and flirtation. He liked it. And, he feared it. He respected the depth that called him.
Looking for home, he followed his emaciated soul into that which was below the crumbled lining.
