I couldn't wait to start looking for our clown again. I expected that we'd find him again really soon. I checked my tree each day after school, and peeked at it through my bedroom window each night. I made wishes on pennies I tossed in the community center fountain. I scoured the heavy South Florida air, waiting for that magenta orb the size of a bowling ball to reappear.
Sometimes, I'd try to talk to Gino about it, but eventually, he claimed to not remember it at all. He didn't seem to want his memory jogged either... Then, as I kept growing up, I seemed to stop remembering too.
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The Clown in the Tree
Short StorySouth Florida, 1980s. A sister and brother discover that a magical being has landed in a tree by their window.
