The White Noise Clown

With his car parked beside a ticket dispenser, Donovan crossed a large busy road.

Once off the road, he stood at the tip of an inner city recreational area; chess tables for two and street vendors and past them, a small ice skating rink.

Donovan glanced at the chess playing pairs.


Until...

He noticed him.


At the furthest chess table sat a grey suited man, with a head of coarse hair and a shiny black briefcase at his feet.

Donovan's mirror image!

Not someone similar, but a straight doppelganger.

Donovan gulped, noisily exhaled then warily approached.



The seated look-a-like snapped his head back once Donovan stood before him. Upon closer inspection, it was apparent mimicked shared every detail, down to Donovan's dark chin freckles.

"Greetings" it greeted in Donovan's voice, only robotically vacant.

Donovan shuddered and averted his gaze to the ground before asking "May I join you?".

"That was our plan" the other replied.

Donovan sat.

They switched suitcases.



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