The Clown Car: A Sketch

When everyone else had cleared out, the clown pulled a knife. “We ok, pig?” the clown asked. “We can be,” Molton said. “No surprises?” Molton raised his hands palm up away from his body.  He looked around, past the overturned fruit crate littered with syringes, through the narrow scrub pines and bristly undergrowth, to the squat little […]