Clowns

“Okay," I said, "what's your biggest fear?"

As always, he took a second to think about the answer.

"Clowns," he said.

"Clowns."

"Yup."

I just looked at him.

"What?" he said, glancing over at me.

"That is not a real answer," I told him.

"Says who?"

"Says me. I meant a real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence."

He thought for a second. "Clowns.”

 

~ Sarah Dessen

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