Under the Moon Part 5
- by M. Pax
- copyright 2013 M. Pax, all rights reserved
- Read Part One
Read Part Two
Read Part Three
- Read Part Four
Dennis Merrill shouted at the driver to stop then rushed out into the wild night clutching his pack. The land resembled nothing he had ever seen. All the brush grew low, the trees sparse. Palisades crooked through the landscape in an awing tumult. The rock faces sang, beckoning.
Dennis raced toward the nearest cleft, kicking off his shoes and his pants. Arms spread, he soaked up the moon’s brilliant light. Running like a loon, he felt strong. His hair grew. All over. Thick and golden. He chirped and hopped. He grew to seven feet tall and his feet expanded to enormous. At first, pain hammered him without mercy, but it didn’t last long. What came after made every moment of suffering worth it. For the first time ever, he felt completely normal and happy in his skin.
With health and vigor, he sprinted and jumped under the night’s full light over the rugged terrain. He yelled over and over into the wind. “What am I?” He no longer spoke words yet Dennis understood his squawks as clear as if they were.
From the crags of the meandering ravine, he heard answers. Chirps greeted him as brother. The affectionate term fed him like manna, having never had a family or a friend. Those deep, empty places inside him filled. Dennis wept.
Tall, hairy beasts with huge hands and feet emerged from the brush. Dennis ran up to them. “What am I?”
The tallest squawked. “The hairless call us yeti. We only become so under a full moon.”
Werewolves and werebears only became so when the moon shone full. Did that make Dennis a wereyeti? He’d never heard of such a thing and was about to argue, but when he looked down at his transformed body wereyeti was the only sensible explanation for tonight and the endless illness before.
Months later, he scrawled a note to the worker at Grand Central and Mr. Hannon, thanking them for the wonderful presents. Without the eviction, the cash, and the tip about the bus special, he never would have found home. All roads had led here, and he was grateful, big feet and all.
This ends Under the Moon. What do you think of wereyeti? I think it explains a lot.
Gangstas Are from Venus
July 5th at the observatory was a treat. The temperature dropped from the scorching 90’s to barely 80. Aaaah! Nice as it was, I should have worn my thermal socks and brought my knee warmers. Good thing the Husband Unit, kitties, and down comforter are warm when I get home.
The gangstas were out in full force again.
Sold a book and they said they’d carry my books in the gift shop. So, I’ll be taking some up with me next week. Woot! Orson Bradbury and I had a great night. Not a cloud in sight. No moon. Had my first views at Andromeda and the double open cluster of the season. There’s a new camera on the 24″ telescope, so I should have some treats this fall [I’ll let Eric practice more].
Here are my photos:
Under the Stars