photo credit : John Nixon
Kaylee suspected this was ‘wrong’, but the little clowns were quite insistent.
“Stupid girl! Hurry!” snapped the clown in the enormous hat.
Never trust a man your dog doesn’t like, Kaylee thought.
The twinkly-eyed clown led her to a piano mouldering in a grimy outbuilding.
“Take your time,” he whispered.
Kaylee began to play.
Moments later, it was over. But now… was she in trouble?
Who’d believe the little clowns had just disappeared through a magical piano?
All except that one.
The one with the big hat and bad attitude.
She smiled at Bertie, happily chewing on harlequin trousers.
“Good dog,” she said, patting his head.
I’ve used my own dog’s name in this story, but not his character! Bertie would never snarl, let alone bite a clown with a bad attitude – or anyone else for that matter!
This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers, as hosted on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ site. Click the smiley blue guy to read more stories from other authors.