Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

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October 10th 2017 in Microfiction

Bob washed his hands in the sink, glancing right and taking in the framed embroidery that hung there. While he looked, the flowers and butterflies seemed to rearrange themselves – every thread reaching for another to form words. “You’re going to be fine,” it said. Bob emerged from the bathroom shaking his head to clear it and everyone laughed. “You really did see a message meant for you,” Will explained. “Granny put her mystical little self into every piece. That particular one reads you and tells you what you need to know.” Bob marveled, feeling both shock and gratitude. “We can’t hang everything up,” Rhonda chimed in. “We had to store some of it in the attic.” “She didn’t like clergy,” Will commented, laughing. “No, she did not,” Rhonda added, whistling and shaking her head.




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