Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Nice

July 8th 2017 in Microfiction

“Why are you even nice to her?” Calvin asked his Aunt Mae. “Who?” she asked in reply, pausing to put four cans of kidney beans into the shopping cart. “That woman from church who just passed you – that total hag,” Calvin huffed. “First,” Aunt Mae responded, turning around, “you be careful throwing your judgments around; they might smack you upside the head some day.” Calvin groaned. “Second,” she continued, “I saw her and smiled, not only because I think we should at least TRY to take the high road, but because it’s going to irritate the hell out of her all day.” Aunt Mae smiled broadly and crinkled her nose. “You threw Reverse Shade,” Calvin said, following behind her, his eyes wide and his voice full of admiration.


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