Marjorie was killing time marching around the large planter in the backyard garden. Henry, her older brother, was transfixed by a strange looking insect crawling on the patio. They were both waiting for their father to take them to the circus.
After a few minutes their father called out to them from the house. “Come on, kids. Let’s go to the circus and see what kind of trouble we can get into.”
Marjorie and Henry scurried into the house and grabbed their things. They loved going to the circus. Henry was a traditionalist and loved sitting under the big top, watching the clowns, the trapeze artists, and the animal trainers. Marjorie, even though still very young, had a strange fascination for the macabre. She was particularly enamored with the more carnival-like freak show tent.
Because Henry was thirteen, his father let him go into the main circus tent on his own. But since Marjorie was not yet four, he accompanied her. She was so excited by all the strange exhibits on display and when they got to a stand that was selling stuffed animals and dolls, she pointed to one doll and asked her father to buy it for her.
Written for Sue Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction. Photo credit: James Pyles. And for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge (circus, carnival, and freak show). And for Teresa’s Photo prompt, Worth a Thousand Words. Image credit: Desertrose7@pixabay.com. Thanks