Tears of a ClownThe gaslamp stood silhouetted against the darkness unoffering of its usual welcome.
Since she'd been a child, it had always stood bright against the blackness. A guide and guardian for late travellers who walked alone, never failing to light the way.
Warily approaching the corner, and looked up the black street knowing something was amiss, and sensing a presence, fear overwhelming her and runs.
The high-pitched wail screeching through the dark as she rushes to her door, frantically slapping it. Almost knocking her Mother off her feet when she opens it, pushing by her.
''Close the door Mum, quickly!''
Do you realise how late it is young lady? Your Father's out looking for you.''
''I was talking. I must have lost track of the time, sorry Mum.''
''With Ciara?''
''No, s
