Point of Disgust

Outside my window a man is being assaulted by a bunch of the rogue clowns from the carnival. The clinking of piano keys echoes from below. Sister Wendy is playing a new hymn as the other nuns sing in a wavering chorus . It's an ugly day and my window's ledge feels familiar and calm. The clowns stand in a very unbalanced way, their faces are glazed from indulging in liquor too often. Easy to overcome, and easy to pity. The man stands with chilling confidence. A gun is pulled and each clown suffers a bullet to the head. I wonder how this man ended up here, under my window. He looks pleased. A twinge of fear stirs in me. Someone should tattoo on his forehead "WARNING - VERY DANGEROUS PERSON". A man's voice shouts "Johnny" while I turn away from the window.