Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Arrangements

October 23rd 2015 in Microfiction

“Okay, so – over here – we’ll have the ball crawl,” he said, animated. “THEN, over here, the cotton candy station … oh, and the bobbing for apples! Right by the door is the photo booth and we’ll have the children’s costume parade end there; the judging will be onstage. What are you coming as?” “What?” said the other, confused. “Your costume, Silly! What are you wearing for the party?” he responded, even more animated. “Uh … I’m coming as Batman,” Batman said, releasing a tranquilizing dart from his holster into Robin, who managed a weak, “Uh … oh … right” and fell to the floor. “Clearly overwrought,” Alfred said quietly, appearing to the Caped Crusader’s left. “Crime, yes,” Batman said with a smirk. “Party planning, no.”


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