Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


May 23rd 2012 in Microfiction

After many years had passed, Barry found himself staring up at a spotlight feeling oddly disoriented. “Hadn’t I?” he stammered. “At the hospital?” Andy slipped an arm around his shoulders; the twins flanked him on the other side. “Wha?” he gasped, reaching out to touch them in disbelief. Robin smiled. “Welcome; now get to work. We’ve waited a long time for this reunion tour!” The curtains fully parted and the crowd went insane, the intro for “Stayin’ Alive” booming overhead.

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