Kennesaw toweled off, stepped from the shower and into the small living space of the apartment. Mother Moon, brighter tonight than he had seen in centuries called to him.
Soon, her powers would pour once more into him and his kind. The prophecy was at hand. His aged, weak, wrinkled body would be reborn strong in the night again.
Pushing the glass door to the balcony wide, he stepped out, arms raised high, pale skin aglow in her glorious light.
“Put some clothes on freak!”
Kennesaw covered himself and scurried back inside. They laugh now, but soon they will pay.
I’m actually posting this #FridayFictioneers on Friday : ((> I would have preferred to post it up earlier, but I had to have the time to sit and write it, and what a week. I’ll not go into that now, but ugh!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this week’s story!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.