Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 10th 2018 in Microfiction

“You’re … her?” Paula asked. “If, by “her”, you mean the Spirit of Revenge, then yes,” Ava replied, smiling. “Wow,” Paula said, suddenly self-conscious. “Sit down, sweet cheeks; you talk, I’ll pour, and we’ll get to a plan,” Ava added, moving things along. “I’m a busy little agent of consequence these days.” “Sure … sorry,” Paula whispered apologetically. “YOU don’t need to be sorry, tootsie,” Ava said with a wry grin, “but THEY do.” “I … okay, I filled out all of the forms off of your website and we can go over them,” Paula continued nervously and Ava laughed. “You’re darling,” she cooed. “Look, I don’t need all of that documentation; the paperwork part is in place to test your resolve and solidify your intention. If you finish all of that crap, you’re committed and commitment is key. I knew you were coming and I know why you’re here.” “How did you? … how can you?,” Paula reacted, her eyes wide. “Precious,” said the Spirit of Revenge, leaning forward, her eyes glowing a bold amber, “I’ve been doing this a long time and I’m REALLY good at it.” “Wow,” Paula said again, smiling.

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