Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Heart

February 11th 2017 in Microfiction

“May I help you?” the clerk asked. “I’m shopping for a new heart,” Phillips replied. “Excellent,” the clerk responded. “We have a new heart-and-soul tandem design that’s very popular (if there’s a cause you long to put both into). We have our sleeve models, fully customizable, and, of course, our heart of gold in the case behind me.” “I’ve had a big heart, a bleeding heart, and a heavy heart; I’d like something compact and a bit more durable,” Phillips explained, looking disinterestedly at the contents of the glass case. “Do you have any beady black hearts, by chance?” The clerk smiled broadly. “We keep those in the back; please follow me.”


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