Precautions

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 20-12-2014

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Larry made sure the ladder was secure and then carefully reached out to the top of the tree, removing the angel. His eyes watering from holding them open, he rushed the ornament outside as quickly as he could, placing it in the metal trash can and putting a brick on top of the lid. “You can just stay in there admiring your own reflection!” Larry whispered to the can smugly. “We’re going to have an awesome Christmas and blink all we bloody want.”

Line

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 19-12-2014

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During the school holiday program, when it was time for Muriel to deliver her line, she grinned at her parents. “Girls are good at math and science!” her little voice rang out and, leaning forward, she added, “Even mad science!” just for them. The Igors both teared up and smiled back with the boundless pride typically found only in a Frankenstein.

Action

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 18-12-2014

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Annette played with her straw. “My doppelgänger contacted me yesterday; we met here for lunch.” Leah looked up with a start. “Isn’t that supposed to not work – like matter and anti-matter?” “Usually,” Annette replied, “but she made it a point to not dress like me and we agreed to tell people we were twins.” “And?” Leah nudged, sensing something big. “Well, it was kind of an intervention,” Annette answered slowly. “She/it/whatever wanted to tell me that I need to take care of myself, pick something I’m passionate about, and start living. Apparently, stealing my life is not all that tempting, because I don’t have much of one.” Leah whistled, speechless. “Yep,” Annette continued. “She’s catalogued my dreams from childhood on and is going to pursue one of the versions I might have been; right now, it’s between graphic designer and subculture hacker.” “So harsh,” Leah whispered, imaging a similar conversation with her double (if she had one). Annette brushed a tear away and took a deep breath. “She’s right, of course, and I’m going to owe her my thanks,” she said sighed, “if I can just figure out what to do and actually do it.”

Contest

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 17-12-2014

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Emmett adjusted his crown of candles and the fur-and-holly mantle – both heavy, although they were carefully constructed of his own ectoplasm. “I know I could win the celebrity ghost-off,” he said, looking at his reflection in a window pane, “if only … if only …” Emmett sighed. He was a dead ringer for the ghost of Christmas Present and wanted the prize of going Up Top and mingling with the children, but the chances of his winning were incredibly slim. “Nobody wins when Krampus spray paints himself red and goes as Satan,” Emmett huffed glumly. “Every year, it’s the same.”

Mingling

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 16-12-2014

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At the holidays, the Munsters and the Addams Family kept a respectful distance during all extended family parties. Both sides were cordial and solicitous of the elders, but there wasn’t a lot of mixing. When asked about it, Herman replied that he “thought the Addamses were great – if a bit overly serious and tight” (excepting Fester and It, who knew how to party). Conferring with his wife, Gomez answered that the Munsters were “horrendously lovely, madcap fun”, but was careful to add that the distance between them was mostly the ages old division of “crazy supernatural versus mad science”. Gifts were not exchanged.

Plans

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 15-12-2014

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“Are there days when it’s easier to read people? Days their thoughts are less guarded?” Adam asked, resuming their conversation from last week. “Mondays, unfortunately,” Cathy replied. “That’s when everyone thinks about death.” Adam’s eyes went wide and she sighed. “Table closest to the exit? Forget to help Grandpa out of the car, leave it running, and shut the garage door.” Adam turned and stared. “Guy in the John Deere hat at the counter? Shoot the stepson on their next hunting trip with someone else’s gun.” Again, Adam turned to look. “Murder Mondays; that’s what I call them. Mostly, they’re fantasies, but I’ll occasionally wonder if a plan is forming,” Cathy said, eyes down and poking at her salad. “You’re ill-advised to strangle Sharon, by the way,” she whispered. ” Apparently,” he replied, shocked to silence.

Knowing

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 13-12-2014

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“You got a way of knowing,” his grandma said over the oatmeal at breakfast. “So you can open that up and see a person in their real self, which is mighty powerful.” He made a landscape in his bowl, listening, but not saying anything for a while. “Sometimes, it ain’t so good,” he replied at last, “knowing what you’d rather not know.” “Now, that’s true enough,” she said, reaching across the table and taking his hand gently, “but it gives you choices. Whether you honor the knowing or not, you don’t go at the world all random and pretend you got no clue. You gonna act in accord with some kind of reasoning, and you always gonna love on purpose.” “Will I be happier?” he asked, feeling brave. “Now, you go on and eat; it’s getting cold,” she said, saving that answer for another day.

Change

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 12-12-2014

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Floatersby stopped in to see what all of the racket was; Max and Irma sat glumly in the corner. “Apparently, we need to update our hauntings; the same old creaking doors, unexplained footsteps, and cold drafts aren’t cutting it,” Max huffed. “We were told that we need to ‘up the telekinesis’, appear in mirrors as a shadow from time to time, and maybe write on a wall or two; there’s just no subtlety anymore,” Irma lamented. “Who are these guys?” asked Ray, pointing to the noisemakers as he passed through the attic wall and caught the tail end of the conversation. “Consultants,” Max and Irma said in unison (with the same disgust).

Hiding

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 11-12-2014

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The shapes lurched about the room saying, “See? There’s nothing under the bed!” and “What did we tell you? The closet is empty!” When the lurchers turned on the nightlight, the creature screamed in delight – a sound far beyond what the things in the room could hear. It would cling to the tiny bulb for warmth, hiding undetected, conserving its energy while soaking up more. In a few hours, it would emerge and expand. “And then,” it whispered. “And then…”

Elegance

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 10-12-2014

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They were talking about the awkward concept of superhero mortality. “I have no fear of death as The Hulk,” Bruce Banner said quietly. “It never enters my mind.” “Big Green’s not very reflective or philosophical, huh?” Stark smirked. Banner laughed. “No, but a brain cell or two of Bruce is in there, so … he could ponder a bit if he wanted to. Thing is, I fear death plenty as myself; mostly, I fear the timing of it.” “Not being prepared?” Thor asked, trying to be sensitive. “Being surprised,” Banner sighed. “I don’t want the Angel of Death to spring up, piss me off, and die as a rampaging beast. I want it to be … elegant.” The group was quiet as they tried to remember a superhero death that was entirely quiet and peaceful. “To life,” Captain America said, raising his glass, “and all of the things we can’t control.”