Lamb and Doe spent Saturday at the zoo. Leaning, back arched, against the exhibits’ glass, eyelashes fluttering, and blowing kisses to rumpled, exhausted, dead-eyed fathers when their wives’ backs were turned. They fed the deer and watched the apes scream. The big cats lazed on heated rocks and exotic birds flew three stories up, only to realize the cage’s ceiling was only painted blue.
They sat in the middle of the food court, slowly tonguing their ice cream cones, licking their lips, barely able to keep from laughing as they felt the glares, longing or indifferent or murderous, on them.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.