Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


August 8th 2017 in Microfiction

“Guillermo, quickly! The carriage!” Arturo called out, suddenly frantic. From the back room, Guillermo emerged, putting on his gloves. He grabbed the two baskets of supplies and rushed from the shop, standing at the curb (looking down). Within moments, an ornate black carriage pulled to a stop in front of him and a lady’s hand, cuffed in black lace and heavy with rings, reached out delicately and took the baskets from him in exchange for a handful of coins. Arturo sighed with relief when the carriage rolled away and clapped Guillermo on his back joyfully when the boy entered, removed his gloves, and wheeled the flower cart back outside. “Who was that?” Mara asked, fascinated by the whole spectacle. “Why did you bring everything in only to put it out again?” “That, my girl, was the necromancer’s wife,” Arturo said in a soft voice while crossing himself. “Everything she touches directly withers and dies.” “That’s … well … that’s a marriage made in heaven,” Mara said, a chill moving through her. “Or somewhere,” Arturo added, propping the shop door open for the day’s business.

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