It had been decades since a carnival came to town, all steam, canvas and elephant urine. Only Mrs. Donley remembered the last time, over 80 years ago.
I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry as I entered the ragged tent. Dirty costumes covered skeleton-thin actors. The tricks and and jokes were ancient and obvious.
But it changed.
A trapeze artist swung up and never came down. The Ring Master switched from man to woman to gorilla. The piano ate a clown. Everyone laughed. Everyone but me. I was terrified.
The laughter turned into screams as I was running away.
Word count = 100
Yeah, this is too obvious. I might do something else later…..
Which I just did here