Many years ago I wrote a short story about a vampire and a werewolf who met in a carnival sideshow. I’ve never published the story, though one day I may. I guess I had it on my mind tonight (or I’m still in the Halloween spirit) because these words fell out of my pen when I was doodling:
Years later, the werewolf looked back
and wondered
where the beautiful woman had gone.
The deadly creature that had saved his life,
ferocity and gentleness in a pale face,
a cold hand.
The vampire he had always loved.
