Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


April 12th 2017 in Microfiction

Carol entered the bar and looked around. She smoothed the front of her dress and tucked her hair behind her right ear. “Not bad,” she whispered, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar. “Not good, but not bad.” Spotting her friends, she began to wedge into the crowd, inching towards the table. “Hey,” said a suit coat with short blonde hair. “Hey,” she replied, being polite. “What’s up?” said a long sleeved white t-shirt and a gold chain with dark brown hair. “Nothing yet,” she replied, making slow progress. “Dance later?” said dark red skin, prominent horns, and a tail. “You know it,” Carol replied, making direct eye contact. He grinned and she smiled back. It had been a long day, gin sounded like just the thing, and she was in a mood to dance with the Devil.

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