A sweep of freedom.
Her hands grip mine tightly, blood rushes to my head, blinding stage lights create a flicker of disorientation.
Her hands are sweaty, the backs of my knees ache, the crowd is agape in anticipation.
A plea tumbles from her lips in the form of a shriek that echoes off of the canvas of the big top.
My curse splinters into a desperate shout of helplessness.
Our fingers lapse, my ears ring with the thunk of a boneless body, a rippling domino effect of gasps fragments the crowd.
Twisted, mangled, gnarled, contorted, deformed, tortured.
A blanket of crimson.
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✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2...