Prompt from Michael JG Meathook: Full moon
The moon hung low in the sky, eerie glow lighting up the moors below. The long shadows hid the safe paths, making every step treacherous. A badly placed foot, and one would sink into the mire, never to be seen again.
Watson shivered, and turned back to his notebook. He'd already written his letter to Holmes, but perhaps his own notes could use some updating. It didn't take long to scratch out a few sentences on the little he'd discovered that day.
A howl rang through the night.
It could have been a dog. It could have been something else.
Watson blew out his candle and tried to sleep.
The moon shone on, watching all.