Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


August 9th 2017 in Microfiction

Travis stepped out of the front door with his bag, waving to the others in the car. “Sweet Jesus, what is he wearing?” Leon muttered. “The Skittles rainbow, apparently,” Catherine smirked. “How many years do you have to spend on this planet to assimilate into a nice, neutral palette?” Mark commented. Travis fumbled with his keys at the front door, oblivious to the spectator review. “I mean – my gawd, yes, we’re star stuff,” Leon continued, “but that doesn’t mean you can dress like a … like a … ” The door locked successfully, Travis spun around and hopped down the front steps, his glittering sneakers lighting up at the heel. “Like a freaking nebula,” Catherine finished with grin.

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