2020. THE FUTURE.
Our desperate band has constructed a faux tiny car made from reeds and plastic shopping bags. The trap is baited. We wait.
Tonight… we feast on clown flesh.
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My brothers and sisters, adorned in the scraps of civilization, skinny and tired from sleeping in drafty caved-in skyscrapers, hold their breath.
The warm haze never lifts. The city’s half under water.
But somewhere out there… we hear the honk of a red nose.
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I was just thinking about clown cars, for whatever reason. Everyone knows the gag where too many clowns climb out of a tiny car. I started wondering: what made them all get in the car in the first place? So of course it wasn’t long until I was imagining some post-apocalypse scenario where a faux tiny car was built as a lure by cannibal children.