Fears of a Clown
The corporate world was no place for me. It broke me. Took my livelihood, my wife, and for a while, my sanity.
The circus took me in, offered me a new life, a new identity. A clown. Something I’d loved since childhood.
The other clowns aren’t as I imagined. Away from the big top, they change. They frighten me. After the show, strange voices, singing, demented laughter can be heard from their trailer deep into the night.
Last night, I peered in the window. They were cutting strips of flesh from a living child, putting them in hot dog buns.
