Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 5th 2013 in Microfiction

Elliot walked up to the counter at the local humane society and put the fifty dollars his grandparents had given him for his birthday on the glass. “I want the ugliest dog you have,” he said, his eyes looking straight ahead. “I want him to be really bad … and mean … and hate everybody. I want a dog nobody could love.” “But why? Why a dog like that?” Charlene asked, concerned. “So that,” Elliot said, looking down and starting to cry, “… so that … not even heaven will want him for a long, long time.” “You’re in luck,” Char said gently, her voice catching, “the most horrible puppies ever born are right over here and they’re free today.”

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