Blindfolded and arms outstretched, he turned to the crowd and asked for a volunteer. No one moved.
After a moment, a clown stepped into the crowd and hauled a sobbing Andrew to his feet.
“Please don’t make me,” Andrew begged.
“Don’t worry, he never misses,” the clown replied.
He dragged him to centre stage, tied him to a board, then stepped back and handed the blindfolded man a knife.
Quickly, he spun around, then let the knife fly from his hand. With a thud, it stuck in Andrew’s heart. Not missing a beat, the carny folk descended upon their meal.
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