Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 18th 2013 in Microfiction

Out in the park on a sunny day, he was reflective. He had someone he adored, a roof over his head, a meaningful job – life was undeniably sweet. Still … he felt they could do better: rest from time to time, have more fun, travel.  Finishing his rounds, the drone headed home to his queen, his head buzzing with ideas. Maybe it was time to talk to the rest of the hive about work/life balance.

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