Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

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September 8th 2017 in Microfiction

Jennifer completed the chalk circle around Therman’s office chair, drawing the last segment with its companion locking sigil. “Wow,” Bill said, watching from the doorway. Jennifer removed a spray bottle from her backpack and spritzed the whole thing lightly so that it could not be seen. “All of that work and now you’re erasing it,” Bill said, incredulous. “Nah,” Jennifer answered. “This is water mixed with the remains of full moon fire; it’s a booster. Certain … things … like ash.” “What kind of things?” Bill asked, not sure that he really wanted to hear the answer. “Don’t worry about it,” Jennifer replied, sensing his fear. “You’re safe.” The office was suddenly stifling hot. “And you’re … not one for empty threats,” Bill whispered, backing away from the door. “I’m all about truth in advertising,” Jennifer whispered in return, grabbing her bags and moving into the hallway while shutting Therman’s office door behind her. “I’m just putting the hell back into ‘go to hell’.”


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