“Do you want to see a magic trick?”
A shrug, impassive shoulders.
He sighed, the makeup on his face tight across his cheeks.
He pulled a rope from his pocket with a smile that made the child instinctively take a step back.
Fear of clowns was ruining his life. Coulrophobia was a pretty funny word when you thought about it.
He tied a knot and with a swift movement it dropped from the rope as if it had never been there.
“Ta-da!”
An eyeroll. A turn on the heel. And as quickly as the knot, the child disappeared.
Magic.
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