Something About a Full Moon

An old man, new to a nursing home, breaks out. 300-word flash

Something About the Full Moon.

“The moon is full tonight,” Grampa said with interest.
“I wonder why it stirs me so,” he finished pulling up the warm quilt over his knees up a little higher. The old man turned as a caregiver came into his room. He had been in the home only three weeks, but he knew them all.

“Time for a snack and your meds, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Just in time, I was getting peckish.”
He looked down at the tray in his lap. Lifting his lip in an inhuman snarl, he picked it up and threw it across the room.
“What is this slop? I need blood and flesh!” Leaping up, he ran toward the caregiver. With a scream, she backed out of the room.
“Good she’s gone,” the old man barked, as he began to scratch at the hair that was appearing on his arms and neck. He made his way to the window and stared at the full moon.

Throwing back his head, he howled at the silvery orb. His ears pricked up at an answering howl from a short distance away.
“My pack awaits me,” he said. Without hesitation, he crashed through the window. Landing easily, he pointed his nose toward the surrounding forest and began a ground-eating lope into it without much sound.

“I tell you ma’am, he attacked me!” the terrified caregiver said to the woman who arrived back in the room with her.
“I hope you’re satisfied with yourself; we’ve lost another one,” the home matron told her as she examined the broken window.
“What? Another what?”
The matron hissed and showed fangs.
“I cannot fire you, since you have a contract, but there must be punishment of some sort.”
The matron sank her teeth into her employee’s neck and drank briefly.