Smiling, the clown locked the door.

A thousand followers—POOF!—gone overnight.

So lost.

Who's that behind me?

And the groundhog predicted:

No Survivors!

Dead lips curl into a smile.

"Do not be afraid," they lied.

For Sale. Fresh Meat. No Questions.

"This is not your Captain speaking."

Party's over.

Why won't they leave?

That fetus you aborted...

…it survived.

"Yes, Virginia, there IS a Pennywise."



Jim Duchene

Master Astrostrologist