Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

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November 9th 2017 in Microfiction

“Look at this,” Jessica said to Ethan and Parker, coming into the living room with a pile of notebooks. “Mom’s letters to the dead.” They stopped packing boxes and turned to her. “Wow,” Ethan said, walking over. “She wrote a letter to someone every day (instead of writing a traditional diary),” Parker remembered. “Yes,” Jessica continued, “and, in November of 1981, they started writing back.” Together, they looked at the entries – at their mother’s beautiful handwriting and the various scripts and scrawls etched in response underneath. Ethan whistled and Jessica shook her head in amazement. “This explains a lot,” Parker added softly.




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