The myth


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Satisfied, he got down from the apartment for a relaxed stroll. The gentle breeze cooled the sweat off of him as he considered the night’s work. He had perfectly executed his plan albeit with some difficulty. He walked into the bar nearby for a quiet celebration.

As he waited for his drink, he looked out the window to sight the magnificent, veiled full moon. He smiled, recollecting the myth of the full moon bringing monsters to life. Some people actually believed it! He knew the truth though. He would kill every week, irrespective of the phase of the moon.

Word count: 99 words

Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneer hosted by Rochelle Wisoff.

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