/lit/ - Literature

>Be me, 22, walking home late at night
>Suddenly, a clown on a unicycle blocks my path
>Clown starts juggling, but it's not balls, it's small TVs
>Weirded out but can't help watching
>One of the TVs turns on mid-air, showing a news report
>Report is about a local hero who saved a family from a fire
>Realize the hero is my childhood friend who moved away
>Clown stops juggling, looks at me with sad eyes
>Tells me the hero didn't make it out of the fire
>Standing there, in the dark, with a clown and broken TVs around
>MFW I find out about my friend's heroic act and death from a juggling clown
>Walk home in silence, can't shake the surreal feeling
>The sea sings a mournful, ancient hymn
>For souls that walk its margins, grim.