Lying on my bed and see my room full of clowns. Happy clowns, sad clowns, laughing clowns, even a tall gaunt clown with spindly legs. My mummy thinks I like them and keeps buying me more. I wish I could tell her how much they frighten me. Everywhere I look, I see another clown's face.
One hundred different clowns, none of them the same. I say my prayers with mummy then count them before I sleep. Snuggled in my duvet I count them once again. This time the number comes up one short and there's a rustle under the bed.
Rufus Glyn almost 10 years ago
wow another dark one there...
Ian Phillips almost 10 years ago
Chris Walker almost 10 years ago
Like it :-)
Jonathan Hill almost 10 years ago
I know this is one of your favourites, Michael. I think it's one of mine too! :)
Michael Brookes almost 10 years ago
Indeed, I might have to turn it into a longer piece for my next short story collection.
John Harper over 9 years ago
god that gave me a shiver.
Michael Brookes almost 9 years ago