The tears of a clown

April 15, 2013

“Roll up, roll up,” the ringmaster beckons irresistibly from the smoke filled dark. Wracked by depression and carrying my juggling clubs, this is my only chance. I slip between the trailers and disappear behind the big top to the performers’ entrance. Tonight, I really will run away with the circus.

sad clown

Photograph by cindy47452

2 Responses to “The tears of a clown”

  1. There’s something intrinsically spooks about circus stories, so much so that I thought your character may be running away from the circus rather than joining it!

    • Amanda Law said

      Running AWAY from the circus, what an interesting idea, I wish I’d thought of that. Maybe that’s another story for another day.

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