Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Diary Pages: Danuta Veyuvic

March 4th 2018 in Microfiction

Waiting for the Advil to kick in. Two hours at the end of the driveway with the sidewalk chalk; everything hurts, but FEH. 80 years old, but I remember what it’s like to be young; I remember all of that business – the courage and stupidity. Lots of trying and lots of tears. So I write them things to read on the walk home from school; today’s was “Find something in the mirror that you like every day”. Milos thinks I’m crazy, but somebody left me a flower in the mailbox. They picked it out of my garden to put it there, but what do I care? I put it in a vase on the dining room table.


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