chapter 3-Clowns

209 15 1
                                    

We arrive in the outskirts of the Pax were the officium is.I marched up to the mile long queue outside the Officium, I scanned my opponents noticing the diffrent capti's almost immediately, the twos all flooded with expensive make up and big posh,puffy dresses and the few eights in scrubby rags with matching dirty, tired faces and the other captis ranging in the middle many with piles of cheap orange and red makeup. I saw one girl who looked like she was auditioning too be in one of those-what are they called them cir...cir...circas...no...circus...yeah thats it, i read about it in one of my dads secret history books, I couldn't help but giggle as I compared her to the strange man in the massive dungarees, made of bright,rich fabrics, and his big silly wigs made of colours that are unimaginable...but his round face pale, ghostly pale, big bright red lips in a comical pose, his eyes framed by obscure shapes and colours, I loved the little man in the book; but he is rather inappropriately looking and would be frowned upon for his garishness.

(Edited)

DelectumWhere stories live. Discover now