Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 22nd 2015 in Microfiction

The weirdo screamed and cursed them, saying she’d never felt supported, at the Sumner Valley Weight Watchers Wednesday night. “Sheesh,” Angela whispered, elbowing Patrice, “you get surprised by a two pound gain and the wheels come off of the car.” Patrice nodded. “What is she shouting?” Mavis asked politely. “I can’t make out any actual words.” “Apparently,” Angela recapped for her, “we are all what we eat now.” Patrice laughed. She intended to say, “You’d think a real witch could come up with something original”, but it came out, “Mooooo.” Angela turned in horror to watch the change occur and then her eyes grew wide in panic. Mavis smiled, still not able to hear, but that smile continued back and back and back as her skull flattened. She’d had gator for lunch. “Run, Patrice,” she whispered, her skin turning carrot orange.

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