Little Tigers of Gold
A Short Story
As soon as she entered the office, Serina was asked to lie down.
Is this some trick?
Sighing, she flopped on the recliner bed.
Hate you, Mom.
“Okay, all aboard. Let’s go!” announced Dr. Preethi like a pretend pilot. She was a middle-aged Indian woman with wild black curls, and a soft yet stern look that spelt…