In a world where having a high number of followers was the ultimate form of flattery, the irony didn’t escape William that being followed down a deserted city street was scaring him shitless. It was more than a feeling; he’d determined that, three blocks back when he circled an intersection all of 360 degrees. That’s when he got a good look at the clown who was following him.
Only one block from home, William was beginning to feel safer. He’d resisted the impulse to turn and look back for a while, but he had his hearing on full alert. There was nothing behind him. With only four doors between him and his apartment, a clown stepped out of an alleyway and stood stiffly before him. It couldn’t be the same clown, was William’s first thought. But of course it could. Damn me for taking the long way home to get away from this guy.
William was surprised when the clown spoke – in a woman’s voice.
“I need your help,” said the clown. She handed him a piece of paper and pushed past him, running awkwardly in her clown shoes back the way William had come.
Author’s note: Until October the 31st, I’m going to try to use this space to create possible beginnings for my 2016 NaNoWriMo project. Feedback is welcome.
7 thoughts on “Flattery”
Oh man! I’m hooked! Is there a next bit? Please.
Only if I write a novel out of it. Think it’s a keeper? Still 20 days to go before NaNo…
Intriguing start. I would definitely be interested to see where you would take this.
Thanks, Barb. 🙂 I’ll keep this one near the top of the list.
Interesting. Wonder what a clown could need help with?
A makeover? A flat honker? Or maybe something more sinister… 😉
Heh heh 😉