Jagged Edges // #1

A clown with a bad haircut came to the door. He was old, or at least looked it. “Hi! I’m here to practice my clowning. Are you the neighbors? I was told to come here.” I wondered if he was too thin. He looked at me blankly, then repeated himself in a different tone of voice, “Hi! I’m here to practice my clowning. Are you the neighbors? I was told to come here.” It was an audition, I presumed. I ushered him into the living room. My friends stared at the clown as he stood in the corner. They were appalled. “This guy looks awful... What is his name?” “Ronny! He’s a clown.” I said. “Is he here to join us?” Ronny smiled nervously. “I'm here to practice my clowning.”