The Happy Clown.

It was a cloudy day, it had rained the previous night, my cousin and I were running through the plants, feeling the humidity through the petals of the flowers, which on contact made us blush, behind us came to a friend on all fours, his fangs showed by his big smile along with his long tongue, pulling with what was interposed, after a while we felt alone, because the friend did not follow us anymore, then we began to mold a dream world with the mud of the backyard.



After a while, we were able to see a figure, emanated a solitary energy and dare to say that a little melancholy, in spite of that he smiled, had in his hand beautiful colored balloons, very alive, he could almost see, a rainbow in they, extended his long arm through the crack of the door, looked like a ball of fire in contact with the light the balloon that he offered us, when I was about to take it he kept it out of my sight, again and again, he extended another arm towards the exit, this made us think that he wanted us to leave after him, but that's when we heard the voice of my dear aunt calling us for dinner, when I turned my head around he had already disappeared.