The storm lit up the clouds. The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Light strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment. That last strike is me.
Money! I love that word. Don’t you? It gives you hope until you realize how empty your pockets are. In this world, we’re all just searching for Money. Do you want some? So does our government. You can play the game of Life with them, but let’s see who ends up with more Money. It’s … Continue reading Fake Happy