Circus in Me: Sneak Peek 2

The wind began to pick up and I shifted my memories of late yesterdays to early fore comings of today. How would I strive out here; on my own? How in this decaying world would I find the salvage to relinquish the modern thought of love, let alone life.
The posters on the blank billboard were torn with weather. I thumbed through the edges; they were keeping secrets. I managed to read what was left of a carnival poster hanging in the window. Today. Only today? I never was very good at reading coincidental signs or their premonitions, in my thought pattern I just wanted to go and see the show.
S.M. Bjarnson