“We’ve only been seeing each other for a month,” Donna said, “so I was hesitant to spend a weekend with you at your mountain retreat. But seeing the full moon framed by the fir trees in the early evening sky, I can understand why you wanted to bring me here. It’s so romantic.”
Donna turned around to kiss Michael, but instead pulled a pistol from her handbag and shot him four times with silver bullets.
“Dammit,” she said, staring down at his dead body. “Why do the best looking guys end up becoming werewolves at that time of the month?”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.