The circus was in town. You could tell this by all the posters round town telling you the circus was in town.
And also there was a clown scrabbling at my front door.
I’m not sure why clowns were attracted to my house but they always were, whenever they were in town. My sister reckoned it might be due to the way our house was in the same field as the circus, but I’m not sure it had anything to do with that.
I reckoned it was because they knew about the hole.
I’m not going to tell you about the hole.
It’s not safe.
I hadn’t even told my sister.
I hadn’t told the clowns either but I’m pretty sure they knew.
I made sure the front door was locked tight and left the clown there, scrabbling, always scrabbling. I’d have to re-do the paint once the circus had gone, but that’s a small price to pay for maintaining a clownless house.
There was another clown scrabbling at the bathroom window, but I climbed into the bath anyway. It’s not like it was going to see much through the frosted glass anyway.
I fell asleep and dreamt of many things.
Later on, in my bathrobe, I absentmindedly opened the back door and went outside for a fag and the whole bleeding lot of them swarmed in and made straight for the hole.
I sighed and smoked my cigarette and wandered over to the circus in my slippers to tell them about their loss.
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Notes:
1. Written on 18th July, 2016
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