Monday, 25 October 2010

le cirque du mort






She caught hold of the restraints, all smiles and sequins. Just as he liked her best.
In the stark light, the smell of straw and elephant dung and the expectant gasps from the spectators, Death set her spinning. He lifted up his knives, and aimed well. This time, he thought.

50 word circus story by Lisa Falzon
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