Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 16th 2013 in Microfiction

Gladys would drop the cookies off, apologizing for the inconvenience, and ask the person to give them to their (spouse, child, friend, neighbor). She would take herself for coffee and a doughnut, and return in 20 minutes to pick the lock on the back door and retrieve all of the sweets they hadn’t eaten (careful to leave the body undisturbed). Later, at home, Gladys would add their name to the roster she kept in her diary; no need to shirk responsibility at this point. “Most crimes against the human spirit will never come to the attention of the police – will never see the light of day, let alone justice,” she wrote in the diary. “That’s where the cookies come in. Takers gonna take, and they gonna eat. You can always count on that.”

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