Send Moon Pics!!! - A Werewolf Short

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It's the middle of the night. You're trying to sleep. And werewolves have everything they need; your number, a mobile phone and a competitive data plan. There's only one thing that they ain't got.


Ba-Ding!

Wh-what?

My phone's all lit up.

I roll over and pick it up.

One new text.

It's 4AM, who the fuck is texting me now.

I look in the messages.

Unknown number, one message:

"Send moon pics!!"

...what?

I reply. "Can't your ass see the damn moon?"

They're typing.

"Cloudy :("

Oh for god's sake. I look outside. Clear starry night. Big ass round full moon.

"Where the fuck are you that you can't see the moon?!" I reply.

more typing.

"In the club :("

In the club?!?!? What?!?

"How the fuck are there clouds in the club?!?!"

They thought for a while

"... condensation?"

I'm going to have a conniption fit in a fuckin second.

I remembered a classic data acquisition method. One from the cold war playbook.

"New phone, who dis?" I asked

A pause.

Donk! A picture. Of a massive snoot and two yellow eyes against a camera. My guy looked about 45.

"Fine, fuck it, hang on" I replied.

I stood up, pointed my camera at the large lunar object and snapped a picture.

"There" I said and attached the picture.

A pause, then a hurried typing.

"Awwoooooooooooooo!!!!! Thank youuuuuuuuuuu!!"

As I read, my ear twitched.

Wait, was I imagining things or could I hear a...

Now I could hear a car alarm.

...oh fuck, not again...

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