Circus: Fantasy Under The Big Top - Plot & Excerpts
He saw everything—always had, probably always would—but it didn’t do him or anyone else much good.Josh Tarnell assumed the knock at his front door at 8:30 pm was the pizza guy delivering his pepperoni deep pan: extra cheese, easy on the sauce. He threw a robe on over his boxer briefs and pulled the door open with one hand, rummaging with the other in the bowl he kept full of change on the hall table.“Just a sec. I know I’ve got enough here, won’t be—”It was not the pizza guy.A small boy stood on the stoop, head cocked to one side, hands shoved in the pockets of his ragged denim shorts. The wan glow of the flickering streetlights revealed a network of scratches criss-crossing their way up the boy’s pale legs, and a large brown stain on his lettered t-shirt (I CHOW DOWN AT BLIMEY’S DINER!). The boy’s eyes were completely black. They gleamed with a wet, fishy coldness as Josh took an involuntary step back, heart slamming against his ribcage.“Can I come in?” The boy’s lips peeled back from his teeth in a grin, revealing a delicate train-track of braces.
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