Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


April 25th 2013 in Microfiction

“I want to say it again: no one is getting laid off,” Mr Larson spoke into the mic at the factory, all 164 nervous employees in attendance. He glanced over at Mr Omdo, the Voodoo houngan, who was already quietly invoking Papa Legba. “In fact,” Mr Larson continued, “It wouldn’t surprise me if you all worked here forever!” They clapped and smiled and he smiled back.

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