Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 30th 2013 in Microfiction

She loved this Time of Men, with its rosy softness and its tender salty-sweet of curds and whey. She watched the little miss come into the clearing and settle upon a cushion, fishing a snack out of her basket (several filaments she’d run along the grass of the clearing vibrated in a kind of excitement). Above, in a web canopy stretched between four giant trees, Shelob waited for the right time to drop down beside her. Oh, how she loved this Time of Men.

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