Waiting for him to do something the little creatures looked at Mitchell on the cliff. Waiting for him to act, to make them laugh, their eyes were wide open. Expectation could be felt in the air.
His heart was beating fast. Sweat wet his palms.
Every day he held a show. The little creatures always laughed, always cheered.
Today his show was different. Deeper. His blue mask was sad and serious. John was watching with his red mask in his hand. He had made it himself. He was up next.
Today the little creatures didn’t laugh. They didn’t smile. Silence fell over the grass covered cliffs.
They put their masks over their faces. Started humming a dark, strange tune. Moved towards the actor on the stage, jumped from one cliff to another. Waited. Jumped again.
Mitchell took a step back. Felt the edge under his feet. Sand and stones fell into the abyss, towards the ground so far below.
Another jump. All of them, one by one.
-Please! Please! I’m sorry! I can do better! I promise!
They stared at him through little eye holes. They waited.
The masks got darker.
The voice was vicious and rusty… (more)