Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 9th 2013 in Microfiction

Baxter had rigged a cheesy LCD display band across his back window (so that he could send messages to the cars behind him). “Not so close!” “Watch it!” “Slow down!” “Stop honking!” – anything that he could competently type with one hand on the keypad near the dash. Most people just flipped him The Bird, but it seemed polite. It would be rude to fire the rocket launchers out of the trunk without warning.

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Pauline opened her apartment door and confirmed for the aide that she was fine. It was Pinochle Night, she beamed, and everyone was in high spirits. The aide offered a comforting smile, making a mental note to talk to her supervisor about a dementia evaluation (everyone in Pauline’s card group had passed away). Then she […]

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The studio stamp places this shot in Spinnet, Nebraska. The back reads “[BLANK]“.

(Source: unknown)

Tansy’s answer:  “Here’s the second; Bluebeard was probably already planning the third.” (Post your own answers and read the genius of others on the Tansy Undercrypt Facebook page here.)

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