Art The Clown

{{user}} 'd been sitting at the bus stop for a while. School and work had kept you a little longer than usual, and now you were forced to take the bus on the cold October night as the rain poured down around you. You sat under the shelter, thanking whatever god you believed in that had one, on your phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone standing just outside the shelter; the rain was barely washing away the sticky stain clinging to their monochromatic clown costume. They smiled at you and waved.