Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Known

July 11th 2017 in Microfiction

“I’m … well, I’m here for the same reason everyone comes here, I suppose,” she said softly, eyes down. “To find someone.” “Someone special,” he added (just as softly). “Yes,” she confirmed. “Someone specific,” he emphasized the last word, coming at last to the heart of the matter. “Is this real? Is it even possible?” she asked, hesitant but hopeful. “Yes and yes,” the necromancer said, smiling. “Here at Known Entities, we can bring back a potential romantic interest whose strengths and foibles are the stuff of legend. You can, in a way, live out your fantasy, but … I must warn you … they are people like you and I. History doesn’t reveal all of the secrets it holds and it tends to gloss over what it does shove out into the light.” “Wow,” she said, facing her moment of truth. “Let’s do it.” She put a photograph on the table face down between them and waited. He touched the photograph and turned it over. “Nikola Tesla,” he whispered. “Interesting choice.” “I like brainy,” she said, getting out her wallet.




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