TIGER HILLS

by: SARITA MANDANNA

Muthavva gazed at her daughter’s face in the lamplight and felt a strange chill down her spine. She tightened the amulet on Devi’s arm, trying to stay her sense of disquiet. Devi stared through the window into the clear, starlit night. Beneath the blanket, her fists were curled into little balls, her nails pressing into the skin. She thought again of the tiger wedding, and of the bride Read More...