Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


June 20th 2017 in Microfiction

“That is the cutest thing ever,” Amanda said, looking over. In front of the ornate wood pellet stove, Smokey the Cat sat at rigid attention, his tail moving in slow motion from side to side. “That’s his favorite thing,” Rob said, laughing and shaking his head, “but only when the fire is lit.” “Danger cat,” Amanda pronounced, snickering. “Kind of,” Rob replied, still smiling, as he opened the oven to put the pan of brownies inside. “He’s looking for the fire demon; he goes nuts when the thing looks back or puts its claw up on the glass. You’ll see.” “What?” Amanda said, staring at the cat staring into the flames.

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