The question we usually ask about Wally (or Waldo) is: where is he? In this flash fiction, we get all existential with it.
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Years later, the survivors discovered the Bozo Virus got its start at Escola de Clown de Girona, near the end of semester. The “Esclowna” was…
Comments closedIt wasn’t always so easy. There used to be an anger in him. An emptiness that nothing could fill … nothing material anyway. He fell…
Comments closedThis piece is probably the most straight-up sentimental thing I’ve ever written, but I’m quite chuffed to join the ranks of the writers who have…
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