Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 23rd 2013 in Microfiction

“I picked up your favorite, Wanita – caramel pecan!” Mrs Eston said in a cheery voice, placing a large piece of pie before the girl. She was thin as a rail, poor thing; a stark contrast to their Sadie’s rosy plumpness. Wanita squealed until her jaw unhinged and then scooped up both the plate and dessert, tipping it back into her throat and swallowing it whole. Afterwards, wishing she could just die, Wanita began to slide off of her chair preparing to flee. Mr Eston cleared his throat, “Uh … uh … it’s fine, Wanita. Just relax.” He raised his glass of wine. “Here’s to … uh … evolution!” he said, more than a little amazed.

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