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Unfinished Story...


I have several (hundred) unfinished stories sitting around in notebooks half forgotten about.  I really need to dig them out and complete them.  They're barely even started.  This is one of them - enjoy...


The circus tent appeared suddenly overnight. 

It now stood demanding everyone’s attention on the cusp of the hill.  Swathes of yellow and red canvas stretched towards the sun and as the summer’s evening drew near a thin melody wound its way down the cobbled streets into the village and piped its way through windows, doors and straining ears. 

The haunting note of a single flute evolved into the heartbeat of a drum. 

With every second it grew more decisive and urgent until the villagers found their eyes wandering up to the vision staring down on them from the normally privileged position of only a few sheep and the occasional fox...


Bruce Davidson, Clown and Circus Tent, 1958

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