Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Normal

May 25th 2017 in Microfiction

“He spends more and more time looking out of the window, talking to people who aren’t there,” Dara said, pausing at the doorway to her father’s room. “Is that normal?” “It’s very common,” Dr. Renwick said softly. “And entirely normal if the people they’re talking to have already passed.” Dara breathed a sigh of relief. “That was my next question.” Renwick smiled. “Depending on your belief system, that’s either comforting or creepy.” “Clean it up, Peters!” her father yelled into an empty chair. “That’s my DAUGHTER, for the love of God, you old perv!” Dara stared and Renwick gasped. “I’m going with creepy,” Dara whispered, stepping forward.


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