When debating whether to send a mob after the werewolf, we realise there is a reason for our predicament. No one particularly useful has been removed by the werewolf. His slaughters may be startling, messy, at times inconvenient. But they really have not cost much in commerce or civic obligation. Some might consider his ministration to have public good. Likely, those he dispatches are less pleased than their neighbours, but balance that against establishing and maintaining a mob. For the unmolested, there are two sides to the story. Perhaps our sense of moral responsibility is outdated. Blame an unassailable moon.
About the auhtor
Ken Poyner’s four collections of flash, four of speculative poetry, and one mixed, can be found at the usual places. He is married to a world class female power lifter and lives with several cats and betta fish in a dreary townhome development. His is a retired information systems warrior.
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