![]() Scribbled handwriting laces the inside of the letter: “You have two days to pass your audition. After being tormented daily for the next few days, amid the wreckage in his trashed home, Jamie finds a card addressed “For a Special Guy”. Jamie’s first mistake is stopping his vehicle, because now the clowns now know who he is. The next day it happens again, except there are now three clowns: one the size of an egg, one who limps with legs as skinny as straws, and one whose snarl could stop traffic, despite the cute animals printed on his shirt. Then he simply walks off the road, into the distance. Looking straight ahead in a flowery shirt, striped pants, and big red shoes, the clown’s eyes glare out of a white-painted face. Something is standing in the centre of the road. ![]() Driving home one night, Jamie is forced to slam on his brakes. He is an arts graduate who works a minimum wage job and lives in a house with a playboy and a drug addict: a twisted fairy tale, as he lightly puts it. ![]() ![]() The story is written from the perspective of Jamie, a modern twenty-two year old man living in Brisbane, Australia. ![]()
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