The full moon was up the sky.
Like a tag, hole-punched, it said fill your belly boy.
I loped along the edge of the field to a steaming manure pile.
I sniffed in admiration.
I loped along the edge of the field to a steaming manure pile.
I sniffed in admiration.
On all fours I made for the point where the tracks formed a crossroads.
A sign stood there, its pointing fingers seem panicked.
I reached the sign and I stared at the words through wild eyes:
'Have your fill', 'Stay Here', 'Don't Change'.
A dog approached and whimpered. Its master called him from a distant wood. "Bluuuuue!".
Fortunately I wasn't hungry.
I made my way to the local Space Base and hid in the waiting shuttle.
It was stuffed with young souls embarking on a new life.
At six am it launched - with me - inside the deep hold.
The millionth Christmas ship since 2030.
Its destination:
Mars.
I peered through the port and let the dead dark shrink my body back.
I was tired of changing.
I was hungry again.
Phobos and Deimos came into view as the shuttle screamed towards Mars and its bloated cities.
I changed for the very last time and gently growled.
My full howl could wait.
'Two moons', I gloated,
'Two full moons!'
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This short tale was inspired by Creepy and dedicated to my two Creepy-loving brothers.
What a shivery tale! Just right to give an edge to all this festive mood. A great pictorial tale Woodsy.
ReplyDeleteThe (almost) full moon was just magical on our way up north today, sadly staring us in total darkness which was cut only by our headlights. And now it is all white around, with minus 15 centigrade and descending. It feels like Christmas is really happening! Merry Yuletide everyone!
Ta very much arto. Im so jealous of your arctic yuletide! Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy!
DeleteHaunting pics to illustrate a haunting tale. Well done Woodsy :)
ReplyDeleteTa Tone. Youre a dab hand at this sort of thing so thanks. Take care over Christmas mate.
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