Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


April 14th 2017 in Microfiction

“Are they all here in the warehouse?” Steve asked, marveling at the size of the place. “The haunted mirror? The singing mice? The dancing brooms?” Maeve laughed. “No, they’re not all here. This is just one building; there are several more – much like The Smithsonian.” “The grandmotherly teapot and the bumbling utensils? The flying carpet?” Steve added to his list, spellbound. Maeve smiled sweetly at him. “Storage environments for ensorcelled items and beings are carefully constructed for maximum comfort, built to suit in size, shape, and materials.” “OH, MY GAWD, TELL ME YOU HAVE THE PUMPKIN CARRIAGE!” Steve pleaded, his eyes wide. “We have the pumpkin carriage,” Maeve confirmed and he shrieked with delight. “Here, put these on.” She handed him noise-cancelling headphones. “The noise is deafening and, also, try to relax. Some of these things were filmed at their most adorable and are … not like that every day.” “What? Really?” Steve asked, surprised. “Yeah,” Maeve responded, “and, for the most part, they hate each other.” She reached out to put her card key in the lock.

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