Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 25th 2013 in Microfiction

Moto was just about to smash the glass to steal the iPad when Finesse saw the markings on the windshield. “Stop! Oh, shit! SPELL!” He released the brick with a shriek, not caring that it landed on his shoulder and then his foot. Finesse checked again; “Sigil,” she said, trembling. Someone had licked their finger and drawn three symbols intertwined; she would never have seen it without the hard frost. “Theft = death = service,” she whispered, backing up. “Necromancy. This is a bait car.” Finesse took out a can of spray paint, wrote a message to the others in the street, and then they ran.

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This insert is stamped “Mooseville, Michigan”. The back reads “[BLANK]“.

(Source: unknown)

Tansy’s answer:  “Ned, all signs point to a poor carrot crop.” (Post your own answers and read the genius of others on the Tansy Undercrypt Facebook page here.)

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