godraven
"where am I being taken." he asked from the back of the van.
"somewhere.....special" replied the man dressed in a clown suit
"but, I'm thirty, why are you clowns?"
It was the thing I loved most about her.
That smile of hers was raidant. If ever I was feeling depressed, sad, or lonley, I had only to go home and see that smile.
Every day, no matter what happened, just looking at that smile made me feel invinvible.