Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 28th 2015 in Microfiction

“I hate it when they rush Christmas; it’s not even Halloween yet!” Melanie complained loudly, looking at the displays of ornaments and fake wreaths already in place. “I know!” Cathy said. “Plus I hate Christmas anyway.” Krampus, stocking in the stationery aisles, overheard them and drew a notebook from his smock pocket. The off season would end in a couple of weeks and he could quit his temp job to be about his larger, more important work. “And they just gloss over Thanksgiving – like that never even happens,” Melanie continued, disgusted. Krampus licked his lips and tapped his right hoof. “Patience, patience,” he thought to himself silently. “You will see them again soon.”

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