Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 7th 2018 in Microfiction

“Just come on,” Bill said, extending his hand. The portal glowed behind him, a swirling cloud of glittering yellow, blue, and green. “That had better be Narnia,” Sharlene said, taking his hand but not getting up. Bill pulled hard and brought her to her feet. “Whither thou goest, I will go,” he said, smiling. “Besides, it wouldn’t hurt you to stretch a bit and go some place where the same old song and dance doesn’t work.” “Wait … what? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?” Sharlene shouted, suddenly terrified, but Bill had a grip like steel and was dragging her through the gateway, his laughter ringing out around them.

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