Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 31st 2015 in Microfiction

A teddy bear was retrieved from the floor. Hair was lightly stroked. Hands were held. Whispers of comfort were heard on the wind. A lonely man received a kiss. Familiar spots of warmth were felt on laps and beds. Dreams were vivid and filled with messages of support and encouragement. “Ah, Halloween,” Madame Leota said. “Why do they come back?” Amanda asked, bringing the psychic her afternoon tea. Madame Leota smiled. “Because life is so hard,” she replied, not taking her eyes away from the window, “and the dead are incredibly kind.”

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