Clown in a Cornfield

by Adam Cesare

He had the appearance of a clean-cut pro athlete, the kind you’d see clips of on the local news, apologizing about his behavior off the field, sorry to disappoint his fans.

Quinn broke away from his stare as the DJ transitioned from one of those eighties synth hits with the melt-in-your-heart chorus to something catchy-but-still-ratchet by Cardi B.

Without standing, Quinn raised the rifle, getting the man—or curveless woman—in her sights.