In honor of Friday the 13th, I present my latest work of fiction. Inspired by both the darkness of winter's grip, and the loneliness of a disturbed soul, I felt it appropriate to pay homage to the evil that dwells within all of us.
Despite a lengthy mental debate the past few weeks, I decided not to set myself up for failure, knowing I couldn’t manage the 1666 word (minimum) daily commitment. I would not make the finish line.
The Dow Jones Clown Commodity index has crashed. The legitimate, child-loving, flower-squirting entertainers are facing layoffs, unemployment, and a speculative future.