Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 28th 2014 in Microfiction

“Preparation is 90% of success” had been Nana’s motto, and Clarence had adopted it, becoming a person who put the necessary research and planning into any endeavor. After inspecting the house closely (she’d left it to him), he was delighted to discover a secret room built between the bathroom and the living room behind the hall closet. ‘Really an impressive amount of food and water,’ Clarence wrote in his journal, ‘and a surprisingly comfortable set-up for indefinite camping/hiding out.’ With pride, he surveyed the scene, vowing to make security upgrades to the access door and put in a pocket window that could be opened to provide natural light. ‘What’s terrific is that nothing can possibly touch the magnitude of weapons and ammunition she’s stockpiled here; the zombie apocalypse will be a breeze.’

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