The clown’s dream

A Story by Avoider

clowns see sad dreams...

The clown’s dream

Was a girl... I was lounging about reading the clown’s novel, I saw her coming close to the bus, she looks like a boy but she has soft and light skin, she is trying to walk like a rude boy but she was unsophisticated.
she looked like a crash, seems something made her upset, I could recognize her hair colour, almost always could, Always look carefully at hair colours because I think it could make difference between ordinary and pretty girl.
I sought her with my eyes, she vanished at once, I felt free for a moment, she might distract me, I raised my head, I saw something unexplainable, I just looked expressionless at her, she stepped up into the bus, she was extraordinary beautiful, I lost myself indeed, seems an important person is entering, I stared at her for a while, she glanced at me, she had a pure beauty in her face, her beauty was fierce and innocent at the same time, she took a seat close to me, her light complexion shows off more than ever, her light and soft skin represent her cosy life, but the point was her hair, her short hairs overplay her role as angel who has been expelled from paradise.
I was thinking about the clown and his gone mistress, I was tired of thinking about anything, I fall asleep for a while, when I wake up I saw a empty seat that a pretty girl was sitting.
Maybe it was just a fiction just like the clown’s dream about murdering catholic persons.