When the tiger wind blows, you never know what might happen, especially if you make the mistake and open a window. That's what happens to the boy in this story, and it leads to an unforgettable nighttime romp with a tiger wind on the prowl.
I live with my wife and our wonder dog, Gracie, on five wooded acres close enough to Puget Sound to hear the fog horns when the weather turns nasty. In addition to writing stories, I enjoy playing my horn (a trombone), hiking and mountain biking in the nearby the woods and Olympic mountains, rowing my wherry on Puget Sound and Hood Canal, and spending time with family and friends. If you want to get in touch, send me an email: michaelcwenberg@gmail.com.