50 Word Fiction: The Clown

Noir Carnival slide

K. A. Laity

It was the clown.

The party had been lively enough before her arrival. She promised fun on her website, that balloon-littered vomit of Pantone tones with too many gurning gifs.

But the children were weeping now and several demanded to go home. Unmitigated disaster.

Not everyone could tell jokes, eh?


[Written for the Scottish Book Trust 50 Words competition; alas, not a winner though I deliberately did not go for the original dark ending]


  1. Still nice. Win or no!

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