I knew Ed was a werewolf the night he climbed into bed at 4 a.m. smelling like dog. It was a full moon, too. I know this because it coincides with my menstrual cycle. Afraid, I bought a gun and kept it beneath my pillow. This morning I shot him in the head with a silver bullet. Now I’m being led through flashing lights to a police car. Some thanks. Kendra, the cute girl next door, stands on her porch with her dog. She is damn lucky to be alive.
First published in Flashshot on January 2, 2012.