The Greatest Show on Earth

You turn down the radio and try to keep the car on the road as you again pick up the small scrap of paper that was pressed into your hand at the club last week.

"The Greatest Show on Earth," it said, "Girls and their Beaux, Guys and their Studs, Naughty Mommies, you name it, we have it."

Then there was directions to some place out in the desert, you almost didn't go, but the stresses of the week (especially that fucking tease, Jillian, from work, wearing that tight blue dress again that showed off every curve. You almost grabbed her ass, you naughty thing!)

As you look up again at the road, you notice something in the distance, a shack? A liquid, moving house, blowing in the wind? No, you decide as it looms ever closer, it's a tent. Really a tent.

You depress the accelerator further, wanting to arrive before you lose your nerve. Out of nowhere, a rabbit jumps onto the road. You only glimpse it briefly in your headlights before it disappears under your car with a juicy squish.