For over a century, we ruled the traveling circuit. But now, we barely survive. Children’s squeals of delight blend with the murderous rage boiling over outside the tent. They’ve taken everything. Our cages stand empty.
But the show must go on. Always.
I wrote two gargleblasters this week for yeah write #184 and
this one made the cut for the grid. Did I make the right choice?
Ultimate Question: when did our elephants leave?