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Flea Circus

Flea Circus

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Aug 12, 2013
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Felicity (or Flea, because who has the time for the real thing?) is in a nightmare. She just attended the funeral of the love of her life, but somehow can't bring herself to believe it. After all, how can he be dead if he shows up at her doorstep all the time?
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