Veronica Oliver Descriptive Writing

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For thirty years, the dream was the same. The cotton candy falling to the dirt. The torn yellow dress. The dark red blood pattering the stained concrete.

Most importantly, the clown. The clown with the bleached, pasty grease paint and dark eyes and crimson fucking smile.

Veronica Oliver kicked at the sheets around her and turned her face into the sweaty pillow, moaning in her sleep.

She was six-years-old again, and her parents brought her to the opening day of the Carrington County Fair. It was her first fair, so she wore her prettiest yellow dress. Her mother even put braids in her pale blond hair, something she usually reserved for church.

It was a hot summer evening as she walked between her parents and held her free ticket in her tiny …show more content…

The clown never stopped, only looked down at her with that sickening smirk. He opened his mouth and a ringing sound came from it, oddly melodic. He opened his mouth again, and—

—brring, boop, beep, brring. Pause. Brring, boop, beep, brring.

She opened her eyes and sat up, gasping. There was the cell-phone, right there on her nightstand, going crazy with a call. She reached for it, thumbed the button to answer, and brought it to her ear.

“Yeah. Oliver here.” She palmed sweat from her forehead with her other hand and tried to shake the dream.

The male voice on the other end sounded amused. “Sleeping? It’s nearly noon.”

“Martinez? Quit busting my balls. I worked graveyard.”

“You ain’t got the balls to bust, Olive Oil.” That was his nickname for her. Five years as partners and he still made fun of her last name, coupled with how thin she was. He also knew how tough she could be. He often told new officers, “Don’t fuck with Olive Oil. She could take Bluto down with a headlock and still find time to kick Popeye in the nuts.”

“Har har. What’s up? I am not doing lunch this early.”

“Called to say you have the night off. Chief says take a

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