“Under the bed?”
I look beneath the bed. School bag, random socks, dust.
“All good, pal.”
I stand. Ben’s eyes lock on mine.
“The closet, dad.”
I run my arm through the clothes. I call out, “Hello?”
“All clear,” I say.
Ben dives beneath the covers. A whispered, “Love you, Dad.”
“Good night, Ben. To the moon and back.”
I flick on the nightlight, close the bedroom door.
In the shadowed hallway, I watch fur grow and cover my arms, wrists, and hands. My fingernails sharpen into claws.
No one is going to harm my son.
Dick Noble says
Rudolph Ferro says
I felt what I always feel when I become a were-wolf too, and kiss my children good night, before I lock the door to their rooms and turn. And you thought we didn’t exist? Only problem is when my arms itch because of all that hair.
Agree about the ending twist–lulled at the opening by the calm, everyday (or should I say nighttime?) bedtime routine, and then Bam!!
The everyday routine, then wow! the twist. And that was somehow equally routine… well done.
David Higham says
I agree with others. Nice twist that nevertheless maintains the feeling of warmth.
Good story, great ending!
Taking care! Sweet! Thanks!
Robert Burns says
Good story, Bill. Well done.