Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 26th 2014 in Microfiction

They’d had other guests in the house before and were generous with food and accommodations. None had ever stayed so long as Goldilocks, however, and the bears were growing concerned that their porridge supplies were rapidly dwindling. “She can really put it away,” Papa Bear had remarked on more than one occasion. Mama Bear urged patience over the holidays. “We’ll know exactly what to do when the time is right,” she said. After dinner the following evening, Goldilocks pushed back from the table, patting her distended belly, giggling and exclaiming, “I’m just STUFFED!” repeatedly. “She could be,” whispered Baby Bear, tugging gently on his mother’s fur. When Goldilocks returned from the outhouse, all of the bears were smiling.

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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 […]

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