Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 6th 2017 in Microfiction

“I have so much homework that I will never get it all done,” Lila said, sitting down at the table with a groan. “I’m going to fail the English Lit test.” “Preach,” Abby replied. “I spent my whole weekend doing chores and never even got to the piles of homework. I hate my life!” Kevin toasted the group with his carton of milk. “I had to work at the hardware store, so I’m behind in chores AND homework. I’m thinking about running away.” They all laughed and turned to Jeremy, who took a deep breath and looked up. “My Aunt Shirley came back from the dead on Saturday night and tried to eat my brother, so we had to trap her in the downstairs bathroom. We’re working with a medium from my mom’s knitting circle to figure out if we can re-send her to the light or if we’ll have to shoot her in the head.” The others sat silently for a few seconds, letting their fresh perspective sink in.

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