Full Moon Whiskey
In the village, there are magic potions that change a person. Some make you sleep, while others cure a common cold. Some turn humanity into wolves or lions or hydes. My mother drinks to hear the music she lost. She drinks to shut down the demons.
When my father leaves to speak to the wizards, my mother locks the doors, shutters the windows, begs me not to open the door for anything. She says that Daddy is not the same, he has become a monster in his own body. He is possessed by spirits.
When he returns he is wild-eyed. She calls the hunters and sometimes they lock him up until the full moon is gone. Until the night sky is empty and the dawn arrives. Sometimes my mother brings the gun to the kitchen and shows him through the screened porch.
He wails and twists and calls her names. They are not her name. They are not the kind words he uses when he is fully human. When the full moon potion is locked away behind closed doors. Yet, when he drinks, he is a werewolf. So