Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


May 15th 2017 in Microfiction

She hit “Send” and sighed. This was hard (much harder than she thought) and it was getting old. “Maybe no more personals ads,” she said to herself. “I’m just not meeting the right kind of people.” She poured milk onto her cereal and sat down to eat it. “Same thing every time,” she whispered. “It starts strong and then there are red flags down on the field as far as the eye can see.” She sighed again. “What are you looking for? Perfection?” her brain probed. “Of course not,” she answered. “I’d be happy to find someone that had their life figured out – a life that was ready to share, not all fragmented and cobbled together.” The irony struck her and the Bride of Frankenstein began to giggle.

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