He knew it would end this way – the crowd’s boo had grown and swelled into jeers and heckling. “See, Mr Jenks? I tried to tell you it would end like this.” Mr Jenks wasn’t listening anymore.
He was muttering to himself – he thought the marionette of the young boy on his arm was pretty damn realistic.
The crowd didn’t understand performance art, apparently.
Written for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge.