Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Discovery

September 25th 2017 in Microfiction

“The cat vomited in the living room,” he said, stepping into the kitchen doorway. “Finders, cleaners,” she said with a smirk, tossing him the paper towels and bending to open the cabinet under the sink to get the spray goo. “The cat has retched up what appears to be a tiny finger or small toe,” he said (slowly and clearly, so that he would not have to repeat it). She froze and, after a few seconds, stood up and turned to face him. “I don’t want to look, but I want to look,” she said in a monotone voice. “I know,” he agreed. “I have absolutely no idea what to do here,” she said, both of them staring at each other. “Clearly, we just need to grab a change of clothes, get in the car, drive off, and never come back,” he said after a significant pause. “Clearly,” she agreed without moving.


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Not good.
He opened my cage, I flew up here to stretch my wings (I’ve done it a million times before), and he’s been having a psychotic episode ever since.
The muttering; the crazy eyes; the frenzied scribbling.

Who the hell’s “Lenore”?

Time to look for an open window and make a break for it.

Cripes, this guy is seriously […]

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