Nostalgic Moments

It was a sunset like any other; reds, yellows and pinks splattered across the horizon.

But, as soon as the moon came into view, you knew this was not going to be just another ordinary night. It was full and round, like a woman’s belly in her last week of pregnancy after leaving a buffet.

Mortals fear full moons, they fear the creatures that hunt during that time of the month… the werewolves. Mortals don’t understand, they are unaware of the unbridled passion that dwells inside the heart of a werewolf. They have never seen the kind of passion that can only be shown to one lucky victim once in a lifetime. They had never been bitten!

It was September 16, 1994; I had just gotten off of work. My stomach rumbled as I got in my mother’s car, I was starving. It was already dark outside and the full moon hung high in the desert sky above Las Vegas. I didn’t fear the full moon. My Zodiac sign is Cancer, which is ruled by the moon. That alone had always led me to gaze continuously upon its luminous beauty night after night, until I would finally doze off to sleep just before sunrise.

I was lost in thought, gazing at the fullness of the moon, when mom pulled into a drive-thru of some burger joint. “Jen, what do you want?” she asked. Breaking my intense gaze from the moon I turned to her and said, “A burger and fries is fine.” Before I could return to my pensive moon studying she handed me a sack and a drink and we were on our way home.

The enticing scent of the food I was holding, sent my stomach into a tizzy. But, my willpower was strong and we made it to the apartment complex before I sat down on the stairs and tore into the sack like a ravenous beast. “Are you coming inside?” she inquired. “Not yet.” I replied my mouth full, as she climbed the stairs and disappeared inside.

I was just about done eating when I noticed the shadow of a man walking towards me in the dark. He was carrying a bag; I wondered what was in it, as it was quite noticeably a big bag with what appeared to be few items in it. Before I could ask, the man passed by me and walked to the garbage containers in the parking lot and threw it in.

I returned to my late night dinner unaware that the man had stopped just a few feet in front of me. “Do you…” I raised my head listening intently to what the man was about to ask. “Do you have a light?” he asked meekly. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my lighter and handed it to him. He introduced himself as Luis and I replied, “Nice to meet you, Luis. I’m Jenni.”

He stood there for what felt like ages telling me about himself; I listened carefully but, his English was broken. Then he said something that got my undivided attention… “I turn into werewolf.” He said smiling, pointing at the full moon. Laughing I said, “How interesting!” The conversation lulled. “Well it’s late; I need to go inside now. It was nice talking to you.” I said as I stood up and shook his hand. He smiled and I watched him disappear into a dark apartment a few feet away. I smiled as I walked up the stairs and entered my apartment. I laid there in bed for hours, staring at the full moon and remembering all the man had said. “What an enchanting thing to say…werewolf.” I thought.

As it turns out I wasn’t the only ravenous beast prowling about that night… two days later; I became the man’s girlfriend, eventually his wife, and then the mother of his children. Every month for the last 17 years, when the full moon is upon us; I smile, heartbeat erratic, my eyes fixated on the moon, and my ears listen attentively for the eager hungry howl of my werewolf.

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This is my Nostalgic Moment that I have shared on Art of Sharing blog. The blog is doing a Nostalgic Moments Blogfest from Sept.7- Sept. 24. Write your moment and share it on the site.

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