It’s that time of year. Cooler weather and my thoughts run to things that go bump in the night. Enjoy.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah,” he said. Eyes staring out into the dark, looking for a place to pull off the road. The gravel crunched under the car as it eased along a side dirt road. He parked, cut the lights, and the engine sputtered then fell silent.
“Sure no one can see us?” She shifted nervously looking out the window.
“I’m sure,” glancing up at the moon he smiles, “unless a werewolf shows up, I think you’ll be fine.”
He kissed her lips before she could protest again. She melted against the pressure of his tight embrace. Her eyes grew wide when she felt the sharp prick against her neck.
“I’m not a werewolf.” He shrugged as blood dripped from his smiling lips.