Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 25th 2014 in Microfiction

She fixed the small lace collar at her neck, straightened the pale pink sweater, and smoothed the plaid skirt. The dramatic eye was gone from the face in the mirror, likewise the scarlet lip; she was neutral now with just a hint of blush and gloss. She sighed, but moved out to the car with purpose, keys in hand. Only for Fern would she do something like this; only for that precious, ancient soul would she would turn back the clock and play the part of the girl she’d been before. She had rejected that life, become her true self, found love, and enjoyed a kind of happiness others only dreamt about, but Fern … Eyes all but failed now, her memory blank most days, she wanted to say goodbye to Debbie. “So, Debbie I will be … one last time,” Morticia whispered as she drove off.

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