Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 7th 2013 in Microfiction

Temple had pulled the car over for doing 108 in a 65 zone. He had never seen a car like that – like someone had poured liquid night into a mold and stuck an engine and some wheels on it. He sat in his cruiser, apprehensive; the guy had clearly been willing to comply (he would never have caught him otherwise). Out of habit, Officer Temple looked up into the other car’s rear view mirror and saw two very distinct points of red reflected there, like glowing red eyes. “Don’t give the Devil a ticket,” Schultz always called out to the guys before the next shift started; he’d thought it was a figure of speech until now.

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