Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 4th 2018 in Microfiction

Roger groaned and Barb laughed. She held out her hand to read the note he’d found in his pocket and he complied, handing it over. “The werewolf thing … I took that on because I love you and I’m not sorry. We got this whole “full moon” crap figured out. BUT … if you EVER drag your butt across the hall carpet again, a rolled up newspaper will be the last of your freaking problems. – S.” Barb grinned from ear to ear and gave the note back. “Life … it’s so … elegant,” she said, barely keeping a straight face. “Vampires don’t have to deal with shit like this,” Roger sulked. “It’s totally unfair.”

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