Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


December 10th 2013 in Microfiction

She told them everything: the missing strangers, the cannibalism – the dreadful secret behind the holiday roast beast. The plan had been to pin it all on the Grinch, but she had betrayed the town elders to the authorities and warned her friend. He fled back into the mountains with the little dog while she entered the protection program. Sometimes, the former Cindy Lou slept well in her small apartment in central Florida, but most nights she woke up screaming thinking someone was in the kitchen singing, “Fah who for-aze! Dah who dor-aze!”

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