Coulrophobia (100 words)

Coulrophobia. He looked at me with sparkling eyes a sad face in frightening form. The painted skin hid a multitude of thoughts and the upturned fat red lips turned up in laughter hid the anger laced through his soul. The green hair spread out covered in sparkled confetti and the flop of his shoes sent a chill up my spine. Was he fat or thin, I couldn’t tell. Beneath the colour of party happiness what laid beneath the truffled frumps of curling fabric? I ran screaming as balloons floated up into the air breaking and choking ducks in the lake.