werewolf – Richard M. Ankers

A freak collision, they said. The full moon now resembled a half-eaten cake. Something had gouged out its left flank, leaving the celestial giant lopsided and broken.

It didn’t hurt us. A blessing, some argued. When the fallen moon crushed Australia like a custard pie dropped from a plate, the rest of the world got lucky. So they thought.

Wolves hunted. Bats skittered. Vampires bit. The creatures of the night attacked. They were lost, you see. Lost without it. I know, for the moonlight was all that calmed me and now there was none. A werewolf forever, mayhem was mine.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed.

Richard

There were no indications of illness, no — how does one say it — telltale signs. Not at first, anyway.
Her eyes were the key, how they darkened from a silver grey to near pitch, like storm clouds eclipsing the moon. Her mood moved the same, whereas mine remained cheery throughout. Another mistake.
She remained in bed most of the time, venturing out at night when I fell asleep, or pretended to. That’s when I’d follow her out onto the meadow and up the trancelike hill. She’d stand there and howl at the moon, unafraid and rabid. Others howled multiple returns, whilst I whimpered like a beaten puppy.
The first three months came and went in a flash of angry exchanges. The fourth marked a difference, as she chose not to speak, or simply forgot how. I tried harder to understand her then, but understood nothing.
They came for her when the supermoon kissed the meadow in argent beams. A glistening silver-white, it was like day had come to the night on the one night I’d sooner it darker than the abyss.
I loved my Marie. I loved her with all of my heart. She loved me the same. Perhaps that’s why she ate it?

The End.

Thank you for reading
Richard