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Friday, May 28, 2004
"Send in the clowns..."
Rain fell from a darkened sky, sending ripples of tears down a broken windshield. A flyer was slowly drowning in the gutter, temporarily suspended from death by clinging to a car wheel. Solemn rumbling of thunder merged with that of an engine, as if the two were engrossed in conversation. Lightning illuminated a deep red Aston Martin, parked up to an old cemetery.
The grass folded under heavy footsteps of black boots, trudging down a long line of gravestones. Names and flowers had since long withered away from these landmarks of life. A young man stood hunched over a newly dug resting ground, his clothing thoroughly soaked by the relentless downpour. He seemed unaware to anything but the carvings in the stone, dark eyes fixated at the words, staring at it as if trying to encode a cryptic message. Behind him someone cleared their throat nervously.
- Sir, we've tracked them down. What are your instructions ?
He grit his teeth, clenching the muddy soil with his fists. The wind howled like a mother separated from her child. A bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, filling the air with fumes of ash. There was an ominous silence looming over the graveyard.
- Sir ?
A sickly smile spread over the young mans lips. Not shifting his stance, eyes locked firmly on the stone slab, he gave the order without a trace of hesitation.
- Send in the clowns…
I know it's not much as it is, but feel free to drop a constructive criticism or just a random note of what you thought of it. If anyone wants to have at this story, then be my guest. It'd only be fun to see what someone else could flesh it out into.
It's still morning and I haven't had breakfast yet, so this post might get some editing done to it later. Who knows.
*hands out huggles and cookies*
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