Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


July 12th 2017 in Microfiction

“What would you do for your fantasy quit?” Ned asked Sheri in the break room. “I’d work with a local coven to cast a spell on everyone,” she replied without hesitation. “Ooooh … a curse; well done!” Ned signaled his approval with enthusiastic nodding. “Locusts? Plague? Loss of key accounts?” Sheri smiled. “Even worse,” she said. “I’d make it so that, every time they wished each other a nice day, that’s exactly what they’d have.” “Uh … how is that a curse?” Ned asked, confused. “Given how these people like to bitch and moan,” Sheri replied with a wry grin, “it would destroy them.” Ned whistled and put up his hand to offer a High Five.


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