Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 7th 2013 in Microfiction

“We should be doing more than just sitting around,” Aaron said curtly, sick of the retreat already (on Day 2). “Deep breathing is terrific, but what the world needs is action and plenty of it.”  The master smiled. “When you sit long enough, your loneliness will come for you and, for the first time, you will understand its depth and power to paralyze.” Aaron cast his eyes to the ground. “Then and only then,” the master continued gently, drawing near, “will you begin to climb up from those depths, taking others with you. This will change the world as nothing else truly can.” The old man put a hand on his shoulder and left him to it.

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