Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Break

April 19th 2017 in Microfiction

“You going home for break?” Brett asked as he zipped up his backpack. “Yeah,” Mike replied. “Springtime in Nebraska – gotta help the folks with the farm.” “Do you guys have chickens and pigs and cows?” Wendy asked excitedly. “All of that and so much more,” Mike replied. “Our poop diversity is spectacular.” Brett hummed something from “Oklahoma” and everyone laughed. “You mendin’ fences and mucking out the barn?” “Prolly,” Mike played along. “An’ after I’m done painting crosses on the outbuildings, might do a fair bit o’ courtin’.” “Wait … what?” Wendy sputtered, laughing. “Crosses on the roof – on every roof,” Mike said, standing up to go. “And holy water laid down at every threshold.” “Dude,” Brett started, not knowing what else to say. “You are not serious,” Wendy added. “Springtime in Nebraska,” Mike repeated. “Vampire migration.” Brett and Wendy sat, confused about the joke, but Mike was as serious as he’d ever been.


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