A Clown on the Towpath

Driving along the towpath.
Mumbling to myself in my head.
Will it take me less time if I shop Oxford Valley or Quakerbridge?

Wait. What’s that?
A clown?
A clown running down the towpath?
Not near any buildings. In the middle of nowhere.
Big red feet. Big red fro. Funny clothes. Big bow tie. The whole smash.
What the…?

Mind runs wild.
Am I going insane?
Is there a party gone awry?
Is there a kid who needs help?
Has he been drinking?
Is this a frat thing?

Clowns are pretty scary.
Remember that Mad Magazine cover in the 70's?
Remember that clown on Married with Children?

Wait. He’s running towards my neighborhood.
Should I be worried?

Hmmm.

© 2009 Patricia Fletcher.