Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


May 24th 2012 in Microfiction

Deadly, the eighth dwarf, watched the young woman inside – dancing and singing with the other seven against the glow of the hearth. She was lovely and they were jovial; he did not begrudge them their high spirits. His dark hooded cloak kept him warm against the rain and the scythe he held before him cleared his way into the deep forest where he lived. Deadly made his way silently home; he was content he’d see them all again in due time.

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