Trixi the clown Ch. 12
A day came and went. Trixi stepped on stage playing her songs as the crew rolled in. Most of them were interested in drinking and watching the large flatscreen. As she played, she kept her eyes out for Richard who was strangely absent that evening. On...
Trixi the clown ch. 10
Trixi snored lightly at Richard's side. Her orange fur still had traces of white paint from the night before. The bar missed her as the women were getting a little more obnoxious each passing day. The vulpes just happened to be the only one that could...
Trixi the clown ch. 2
Richard entered the security breakroom, wearing tank top and coveralls. The sleaves are tied around his waste. Workout towel draped around his neck. The warden drank his early morning coffee. “So, how’s the training going Jack?” He stood to greet...
Trixi the clown ch. 3
The training of volunteers continued for a few weeks without a problem. Richard has even spent his few extra hours training Trixi. Yet not a single sign of the syndicate ship was spotted near the station. The over-worked staff had been run to...