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IT - Stephen King

created Jan 24th 2021, 20:48 by Ophelia


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255 words
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There was a clown in the stormdrain. The light in there was far from good, but it was enough so that George Denbrough was sure of what he was seeing.
It was a clown, like in the circus or on TV. In fact he looked like a cross between Bozo and Clarabell, who talked by honking his (or was it her? - George was never really sure of the gender) horn on Howdy Doody Saturday mornings - Buffalo Bob was just about the only one who could understand Carabell, and that always cracked George up.  
The face of the clown in the stormdrain was white, there were funny tufts of red hair on either side of his bald head, and there was a big clown-smile painted over his mouth. If George had been inhabiting a later year, he would have surely thought of Ronald McDonald before Bozo or Clarabell.
The clown held a bunch of balloons, all colors, like gorgeous ripe fruit in one hand. In the other he held George's newspaper boat.  
"Want your boat, Georgie?" The clown smiled."
George smiled back. He couldn't help it; it was the kind of smile you just had to answer. "I sure do," he said.  
The clown laughed. "I sure do! That's good! That's very good! And how about a balloon?"
"Well... sure!" He reached forward... and then drew his hand reluctantly back. "I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers. My dad said so."  
"Very wise of your dad," the clown in the stormdrain said, smiling.  
 
 

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