Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Back Roads

February 4th 2013 in Microfiction

Norman yelled and spilled his coffee when the buck darted in panic across the road, forcing him to slam on the brakes. He yelled again when the werewolf landed on the hood of his car, looking him in the eye for a moment, then bounding off after the deer. Norman put the pedal to the metal towards town, swearing a blue streak. It wasn’t fright or even anger, it was … exhilaration.

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A notation on the bottom of this print identifies it as ”Tremulous, Maine”. The back reads “[BLANK]“.

(Source: unknown)

Tansy’s answer:  “The tentacles reaching out from under the dock are not captured here.” (Post your own answers and read the genius of others on the Tansy Undercrypt Facebook page here.)

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