So many things have gone wrong.
So much of this is my fault.
One day you’ll understand why I’ve done what I did.
This is what was left on the ground, written on a piece of stained, slightly smoldering paper.
The announcer’s tent was a pile of smokey, still burning fabric and wood. A single chair could be seen under the fabric, which what could… but maybe not, be the body of the announcer himself.
It was a three week jump to the final show. And then it would be the winter break before the big ring would have make it all the way to Johannesburg for the start of the new season.
The only thing that stood between the carnival and making it there, was the maps the announcer had in his tent.
Which happened to be conveniently burning at the time…