Knowing her nature, it was naive to expect that she would have left something of value for me to claim. She has played an evil joke as usual. Stuffed our wedding ring box with some fluff and put a few low value coins on top. Better than nothing of course as it could buy me a bus ticket downtown and some burger which was actually a high priority now.
This is the ongoing story about a clown that struggles to get back his colors after he's been stripped of it. Written every day as time goes by and illustrated by Midjourney AI. So hang on as the story unfolds.
