Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


August 9th 2016 in Microfiction

“Lunch?” they asked her, grabbing their coats. “I can’t; I’m booked solid this afternoon,” Amy replied. “You have ONE appointment,” Mark razzed her. “Yep,” she said, not taking the bait. “We’re chiropractors, not brain surgeons,” Tina added, grabbing her purse. “I’m sure your client could wait for 20 minutes.” Amy shook her head ‘no’. “Girl, I …,” Mark started, but Roberta interrupted him on her way through the break room by putting some money in his hand. “Here’s five bucks; bring her back a veggie wrap from the food cart – sandwich only – hummus (no mayo), no onions, extra cilantro. The client is Bruce Banner.” Mark and Tina stood frozen, their mouths open. “Get moving,” Roberta said, shooing them out. Amy just smiled and sipped her tea, breathing deeply to get grounded.

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