The bus turned off the main road and onto a dirt track, I had no idea where we were, or if I was anywhere near home. I didn’t feel threatened in any way, so I was no longer scared, but I really needed to get home. My parents would be in bed already, but they would notice my empty bed in the morning and worry. We rumbled along slowly, the headlights illuminating nothing at all, we were in the middle of nowhere.
Were were we? I started to hear music, circus music. I pressed my face up against the window and in the distance I saw light. It was hard to make out what it was because my face reflected in the window. As though reading my mind, the lights went off in the bus, allowing me to see outside. What I saw in the distance were big bright tents. The Circus really was in town.
The atmosphere on the bus changed. The little people started throwing each other around, literally. Snake girl started to dance gracefully to the sound of an Indian flute. Jack started juggling. The bearded lady took out a mirror and rearranged her beard, combing it and making it shine. There was and air of excitement.
Bernard continued reading his book solemnly. I felt sorry for him, he didn’t seem to fit in. “Whats going on, why is everyone so excited?” I asked.
“They are all practicing their acts for the circus. They need to audition just like movie stars”
“Don’t you have to audition too?”
“No, I just walk around looking scary, no one else looks like me. I get a job every year.”
Bernard carried on reading while I sat and watched the show. The bus trundled along the bumpy road getting closer to the brightly lit tents. The music was louder and the juggling and acrobatics on the bus became more frantic. Finally we stopped in a brightly lit parking lot. We parked next to big camper van which was surrounded by shiny motorcycles. Painted on the gas tanks were the words ‘death rider’. A twelve-foot man walked past, was he on stilts, or was he the tallest man on earth?
I was caught up in the atmosphere and began to feel excited. Hitler stood up and escorted his bearded beauty from the bus. Jack gestured for snake girl to go ahead of him, wanting to keep his eye on her writhing locks. I wanted to keep my eye on the little people and watched the somersault their way to the front of the bus before standing up.
Bernard and I got off the bus together and stood still for a while watching the chaos in front of us. I was still worried about getting home, but I was distracted by the craziness of the night.
I love to write. My first two short stories are available on Amazon for a little while longer before I take them down to re-edit. My first full length novel ‘Dead of July’ is currently with my editor and will be available in Spring of 2013. I write about what I know. Ghosts!