Welcome to another Flash Fiction Friday. That's the time when a group of awesome writers have a given picture and one hundred words precisely. Show some love, follow the link and read their flashers. Comments always appreciated.
Flashers
A watery light from an early morning sun shone through the trees in the forest as damp, fresh, swirling mists rose up and surrounded Thomas. He stood; naked and confused, in a half light that picked out the dewdrops from a bed of grass that trickled down his body.
Snatches of a fight worried Thomas and he stumbled through an array of twigs and leaves, struggling to remember the previous night; his mind foggy as dawn mists. From somewhere nearby a whiff of blood reached him and brought it all back. Licking his lips, Thomas remembered his new werewolf status.
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