Hollow Clown
by Steve Tanham
He carried the box over to the old table and set it down. Despite its size, it was heavy. He reached for the Stanley knife and slit the old tape that held it together, then prized open the dusty lid, revealing the contents. Immediately, he knew what it was: his old trophy box. He couldn’t believe it was still here? Surely he had thrown … Read More Hollow Clown
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