Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 28th 2013 in Microfiction

When the snowstorm started, Grandpa closed all of the curtains and locked the doors at the top (so that the children couldn’t reach). He set out snacks and got the really noisy games down to keep everyone busy – keep them from looking outside. The snow stuck to it (the ectoplasm or whatever it was) and you could see just about everyone who’d passed milling about in the yard or pressing against the windows. The little ones weren’t ready for that. “Heck,” he whispered to himself, “I’M not ready for that!” Grandpa didn’t want to see Grandma again until he’d had a proper haircut.

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Several pages of photographs have been inserted within the lexicon, their purpose and significance unknown. All images are marked with a name and a location, but handwriting experts are needed to decipher the additional notations found on the fronts or backs.

This print is identified only as ”Widow’s Contraband, Pennsylvania”. The back reads “[BLANK]“.

(Source: unknown)

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