Wolf Moon, micro-fiction by Ed McConnell at Spillwords.com
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Wolf Moon

Wolf Moon

written by: Ed McConnell



Beep… Growing up in the village was fun. The fields, trees, mud and bugs. Adolescence in… beep… rural Kent is dull. We’d go camping, get pissed, fight. But life was boring until my… beep… mate Max sold me a dream. ‘Let me bite you,’ he said. So I did. Every full moon we’d… beep… go berserk. Chasing lampers and campers, doggers and badgers. Then his rich dad paid… beep… for treatment and now he works in banking and has blocked me on Instagram and I… beep… work on the McColl’s checkout getting taunted by teenagers for my hairy hands.

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