Playhouse

The circus was called Playhouse. Every day they would travel to the next town, performing for one night only. There were two headed lions and a man who couldn't die. Deformed children who ate cold flesh and a teenage girl who had ram horns, longing for people to reach their bony fingers inside the cage so she could bite them off. Twin boys who could grow flowers in mere seconds. One of the main attractions was the girl who could eat fire. Her name was Bernadette. She was a beautiful, normal girl, or so everyone had thought. She wore an eyepatch on her right eye, covering the bright turquoise pigment that labeled her as inhuman. She held a torch in one hand, bringing it closer to her face before licking the side of it slowly, flames still burning from the ashes on her tongue. The children watched in awe and the parents pulled them away quickly, attempting to avoid Bernadette.