During a nice summer eve, a cool breeze came through the air, workers bustled throughout the grounds to finish up pitching up tents as well as cleaning up for the show that would take place. As the night came closer, filling up the sky with only darkness and fluttering it's sweet scents of evening dew. As the commotions drew to an end, there stood a marvelous sight of a familiar structure, it gleamed with it's dirty fabric which was coated with red and white stripes. Yes, indeed. The circus had come to town and finally set up it's home in a clearing outside the city of Boston. A very interesting city full of various characters, brimming with bright attitudes and behaviors. Hah if only that was the whole truth, particularly when it came to circus folk. Most people did not have a kind mindset when it came to carnies but nothing excited people more than those same carnies they talked about with a disgusted manner. Lights flickered on which illuminated most of the grounds, exposing the wonders of treasures it had in store.
"Where are we even going Greg?" a woman, small in stature questioned her escort for the evening. No answer came from him. She began to hit him. "Tell me where we..." her words blanked when they reached the entrance to the circus.
"Ugh!" she shoved him away from her and she began to pout. "I can not believe you brought me to a stupid circus." Greg began laughing and patted her on her shoulder. He slung his arm over her and pulled her tightly to him. She gave him an ugly look as the continued to walk further into the place. The soon made it to the ticket booth which was run by the most unpleasant looking clown.
"What will it be fleshlings?" he grinned looking at the girl up and down like she was a piece of meat. Greg leaned in giving the clown a stink eye, just as he was about to ask, the clown answered. "You can buy the regular seats at 10 dollars a piece or get the gold at 30. So what will it be?" he inquired with a certain grumpiness these two were all too familiar with. Greg handed the creep a 20 dollar bill and kept his palm opened to receive the tickets. The clown frowned and slapped down two soggy tickets onto Greg's hand causing him to jolt from the disgusting sensation. "Have fun you two dirtbags." He said while flipping both of them off and he began closing up the booth. Which to both of them, the clown seemingly disappeared.
They both shrugged it off and began their way to the biggest tent there. "Well i guess this is going to be one 'fun' night." she said in a disgusted tone.
Just a quick intro to this story. I will try writing more this week.
Thanks for reading!
