Flash Fiction Contest - 221 Words
story, diagnosed me as delusional with grandiose tendencies. I can read people well and I knew his title, head shrink
of the psychiatric department, fed his ego. Today, when he looked at my chart, so sure of what I needed, I lost it.
That's how I ended up in this jacket. He plans to return tonight to prove that I'm a liar.
Tonight is a full moon and I know the routine. My life as a werewolf had become normal, as normal as that doctor thumbing
through his charts, expecting to do the same tomorrow. Every full moon I changed for one night. Then six months ago
I changed twice in one month. Last month I changed three times. I panicked, out of my normal routine, I told the doctor
Now, on this table I'm waiting for his return. I wonder when he opens the door if he will notice the straitjacket on the
floor. If not, I'm sure he will see the claws pull back the curtain. I will take a moment to diagnose his condition and then
I will decide if I should destroy him or take one bite and make him one of us.