The full moon gave a sense of expectation.
In the mouth.
In the stomach.
In the head it made him want to howl.
But he didn’t as his mother had said to him time and time again it was so unseemly to be howling in their neighbourhood.
It was one of the many things he suppressed in his lifetime.
But the arrival of the full moon overpowered every reservation he harboured.
Licking his licks he ventured out. He knew there would be prey, plentiful this time of year.
The park across from his house contained a smorgasbord of the tender and the juicy.
His first kill he savoured sucking in the blood, he felt the exhilaration his taste buds experienced leaving him craving for more.
By morning he had had more than his fill.
After showering he dressed for the day, anticipating a day of Chartered Accountancy, as being all he needed to return to normal.