Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Beans

May 22nd 2017 in Microfiction

“I’ll give you these for the cow,” the peddler said, extending his hand. “Some beans? What? Are you joking?” Jack replied. “These are magic beans, son; they’ll open a doorway to a whole new reality.” Jack drew closer as the peddler pointed. “The blue one will shake things up, but you’ll keep your happy ending. You’ll be able to live your little life in peace.” “And the red one?” Jack asked, intrigued. “This little baby, once it grows …,” the peddler’s voice trailed off. “Well, maybe wait on this one until you’re grown.” The negotiations concluded, Jack walked away with both beans snugly tucked into his pocket. He had already resolved to plant them both (on separate sides of the farm). He had to see. He had to know.


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