Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 11th 2013 in Microfiction

Maureen went slowly and carefully, working against an endless ocean of white (and it was still coming down). She knew it wasn’t a good idea to do this herself at her age, but there was no one else at home. Through the blizzard, a form emerged – white on white; an impossibly beautiful young man. “Here, let me help you,” he whispered, taking the shovel from her hands; his eyes were blood red, his teeth sharp. “Do you have a name?” she asked softly, the increase in deaths with every major snowfall suddenly making perfect sense. “Do I need one?” he asked gently. “You may give me one if you like.” Maureen swallowed. It wasn’t the worst way to die, really – in the arms of a kind of angel. “Frosty?” she offered, then shook her head; that was just plain stupid. The snow vampire laughed loudly at that one, clearly amused, and nodded warmly. The end was tender and elegant.

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

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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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