Family by Kennedy Lewis
“FAMILY…functional, dysfunctional, uniquely personal.” – Don Riesett, Writing Mentor & Teacher
You know, I kind of wished I knew anything about my family, whether it be about our heritage, culture, or just stories. Whenever I hear people telling me about their family’s culture, I feel so disconnected with mine, and this fact makes me very sad. I can’t bear to stay in this skin for much longer, I crave to be with my REAL family. Not the evolved chimps that walk around on two legs, I’m talking about my fellow furried Canis lupus. That’s right, I’m a wolf, sometimes at night, I’m a dangerous stalking beast hungred with the feeling of the wind blowing through my fur. By day. I’m a fleshy disgusting putrid nasty homosapien.
It’s so hard to be a wolf; literally no one talks about the struggle. Every day, I have to resist the urge to just go outside, rip my shirt off and howl to the moon. I’m embarrassed to say that last night, I just couldn’t control those urges. The moon was just so big, beautiful and full. I immediately wolfed out at the mere glance of it. Don’t even get me started on my love life, it’s so hard trying to find a mate these days. I remember, I found this person online who I really really liked. We really hit it off, it was going well until they asked for a picture of my face. When I sent it, they asked if I was joking. When I sent a video of me to confirm I was in fact not joking, I was blocked. Like come on, at least tell me WHAT I did wrong. Anyways, I figured that maybe in person would be better. Just so they could really see who I am. Last night I went prowling around. Lingering near the city’s darkest alleys, finding someone who’d be acclimated to my taste. After a couple of hours, I found a group of women, lovely. I make sure my fedora’s tipped and my fur is clean before I saunter towards them.
Kennedy: “Nǐ hǎo, ladies.
Ruth: Is that a costume?
Kennedy: Oh no, no. This is the real thang, right here, right now.
Quinn: Oh m gee, that costume is so adorable!
Kennedy: I assure you ladies, this is all-
Before I can finish my sentence, one of them touches my tail. And everything goes red, then black. When I wake up, I’m propped up on a tree, and my head is absolutely throbbing. Oh god, what happened?
Kennedy Lewis
October 18, 2024