The lights were lit and rides in motion, while carefree music played loudly. Soon people would be filling the grounds, joining the annual celebration.

Fully in costume, he skillfully painted on an artificial smile. He must hide his true emotion; he had to present the happy, festive character that they all expected.

No one accepts the possibility of tears in the heart of a clown. 

Fiction by:  McGuffy Ann Morris
Image by: Photobucket

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