*twofers*

 Potty Talk

Pitching a slalom around unseen obstacles, the old timer already well into his cups, was hoping to make room for just one more. Finding his favored urinal already occupied, he unhappily moved to the left, offering a sidewards glare toward the interloper. Not usually one to make bathroom chat, he could not help himself.

"Man, you should have that looked at."

"Seems to me someone is already looking."

"But mister, you are pissing blood."

"Yes I am, but it’s not mine."

The old man stepped back to look full at the stranger and was greeted with a fang-toothed smile.

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Some People Do Believe

{Waning Gibbous}

"There are no such things as Vampires!"

He said it, even after she had punctured the skin. He repeated it to himself even as his blood was being drawn. He said it yet again, his last rational thought as his life was draining away. His inner voice, the one that knew, told him this could not have happened . . . yesterday.

Then his defense mechanism kicked in.

"This isn't happening to me!" Her mind screamed even after her limb was severed. She had been taught to beware her only natural enemy. Even disembowelment could not shake her convictions. "This can't be happening," she repeated, knowing she had always been careful, still tracking the phases of the moon, even after they had been declared extinct. Even as her head went in one way and her torso the other, her last thought had been:

"There are no more Werewolves"

jfx

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