Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


June 12th 2013 in Microfiction

Heather screamed and threw the wedding planner to the floor, her hands trembling. Papers, napkins, swatches, bits of ribbon, and Post-It Notes billowed from the enormous book upon impact, covering most of the dining room. Terrified, she watched as a tiny hoof shoved out onto the floor from the middle of the binder, followed by the point of a tail, and a grasping little claw. “Oh, my God, it’s true” Heather thought with a shudder, “the Devil really IS in the details.”

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