In most circuses, being ringmaster is an honor. Here, it’s a nightmare.
“Where the hell are the clowns?” I ask.
The clown car driver shrugs. “I told them be here by seven.”
“I swear on all that’s holy, and all that is not, they better be here in ten minutes!”
The driver shrugs and leaves.
“May I help?” says a voice behind me. I turn to see a man dressed in red. “It will cost only your soul.”
Having no choice, I nod.
“Send in the clowns!” he shouts.
In parades a line of the scariest clowns I’ve ever seen.
“Where the hell are the clowns?” I ask.
The clown car driver shrugs. “I told them be here by seven.”
“I swear on all that’s holy, and all that is not, they better be here in ten minutes!”
The driver shrugs and leaves.
“May I help?” says a voice behind me. I turn to see a man dressed in red. “It will cost only your soul.”
Having no choice, I nod.
“Send in the clowns!” he shouts.
In parades a line of the scariest clowns I’ve ever seen.
