Jonathan Garrett (jonathangarrett) wrote,
Jonathan Garrett
jonathangarrett

BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON

It is the very definition of twilight.

I am rolling down the street on my bicycle in north Oakland. The lights are glowing in the bungalows. The gardens are thick with wisteria and the year's first roses.

A voice leaps from the shadows along the sidewalk.

"Who stole the moon!?"

It is a woman's voice. And from the sound of it, a big woman. No frail creature made that sound. I Keep pedaling.

"Where's the moon?!" she shouts again as I glide by.

I come to the intersection and can still hear her behind me. She sounds maniacal.

"OH! THERE IS IS! THERE'S THE MOON!"

I look up and see a huge moon glowing orange above the hills.

"WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT! WHOOOAAAAH!

Two blocks later, it dawns on me. How close I came to being killed. To having my flesh left in tatters on the concrete. To having my body discovered with steam still rising from a bloody rib cage.

She was definitely turning into a werewolf.
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