Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 8th 2018 in Microfiction

“How’s it going?” Devon asked, reaching for the coffee pot. “Another day, another dollar in the pocket of the galactic overlords,” James responded, looking up from his phone with a shrug and a grin. Devon laughed. “Too right,” he agreed, heading back to his desk. “Later!” Behind the one-way glass disguised as a cork board in the break room, the galactic overlords exchanged a surprised look.

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