Unless We Choose to Be

The old werewolf embraced the young one. “Let me guide you back to a familiar skin.”

“We’re monsters,” Noah said, ebbing back to human with her.

Elderly Meri smiled at the black teen. “We’re not horror stories unless we choose to be, Pup. We’re magic.”

2 thoughts on “Unless We Choose to Be”

fictionspawn Aak says:

October 10, 2020 at 10:42

Always well written. I see a connection to an earlier piece… Am I right?

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1. Jason H. Abbott says:
  
  October 10, 2020 at 10:50
  
  Thank you, and yes, you are right. All of the micros from Tuesday to today are sequential parts of the same scene.
  
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