Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Bar

February 5th 2018 in Microfiction

“Dude, you’re hardcore,” Stan said, pausing in the hallway, pointing to the hanging sit-up bar installed in one corner of the bedroom. “Start the day with crunches! I totally need one of those.” He reached back to high five Mylos, who hesitated, looking surprised. “Yes,” he added awkwardly. “Sit-ups first thing in the morning.” “BOOM, buddy! Pit stop on the tour,” Stan said, moving into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Mylos peered back at his roosting bar, worn and splintered where he hung upside down from his toe claws during the day, sleeping. “What a remarkable century,” he whispered to himself in awe. “We really can hide in plain sight.”


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