by Evan Baughfman
Applauding trapeze artists’ aerial excellence, Caitlyn declared, “Way better than some mangy flea circus!”
I agreed. “So fun!”
We must’ve misread the advertisements. The show was impressive, a dazzling evening inside a towering tent, complete with clowns, acrobats, and lion tamers.
A hundred spectators cheered as nimble performers gathered centre stage, taking their bows.
The ringleader thanked everyone for attending, adding, “Concessions are closed. Now, time for us to eat.”
Troupe members shed their skins—disguises—revealing insectoid mandibles, three pairs of powerful limbs.
Massive, agile bloodsuckers leapt into the stands, surrounding prey.
We screamed. Stumbled. Found nowhere to flee.
Evan Baughfman is a middle school teacher and author. Much of his writing success has been as a playwright. A number of his scripts can be found at online resources, Drama Notebook and New Play Exchange. Evan also writes horror fiction and screenplays.