So I recently wrote and submitted this story to an anthology and I’m still waiting to hear back, but I thought I’d share five lines from it for you.
Under the umbrella of the dilapidated Big Top, the freaks were held in awe, and the lighting of the exhibits helped to conceal the fear and disgust that warped a few of the patron’s faces. They were a tightly knit family, willing to do whatever it took to protect their own. But sometimes protection wasn’t the only thing they offered. Sometimes they dealt in retribution and it was in those moments that The Castaval Travelling Circus truly thrived.
I’ll be sure to keep you posted if it gets picked up!