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October 2006 Winner
by Gayle Carline
“This place creeps me out.”
“Stop whining, Harold,” Ken snapped. “We’re
Three pairs of feet shuffled through the
trees, crackling leaves and churning dust. Suddenly the forest halted
and the trio spurted into the open. Standing on the grassy ledge,
they were greeted by the pale white moon, staring at its reflection
in the lake.
“Is that moon full?” asked Harold. “It looks full to
“It’s not quite full,” Ken said.
“It looks very full to me,”
Harold continued. “If it’s full, there could be werewolves out here.”
“It’s not full,” Ken repeated, “and werewolves aren’t real, you
“They are so real, Ken. My cousin’s dentist’s niece says
her neighbor saw one.”
Ken sighed. “Your cousin’s dentist’s whatever
is a moron. Tell him, Lydia.”
The auburn-haired girl stood silently,
her thoughts engulfed by the giant orb.
Still watching the moon, she answered, “It doesn’t matter if there are werewolves
or not, Harold. See how fuzzy the bottom of the moon is? That means
it’s not full.”
Harold studied the sky. “You sure? No werewolves
“No, Harold,” Lydia said. “No werewolves tonight.”
“Shut up about the werewolves!” hissed Ken. “You are both insane!”
The three friends started down the path to the lake, Lydia bringing
up the rear. She strolled slowly, watching the boys and rubbing
her ears. “No, no werewolves tonight,” she whispered to herself.
Fingering the tufts of hair that had sprouted, Lydia smiled. “But