Snippet #1997647

Robyn bit her lip, lingering just outside the Circus tent. She'd heard about the Circus from a customer at the resturant. The man had been talking about taking his daughter to see the fair when his dining partner had mentioned it absently.
She looked at her hands - thinking about how right it felt to hold a knife in her hand, the rush when she let go, the satisfaction when the silver blade his the board with a dull thump. Making up her mind, Robyn ducked into the tent and took in the sight.
A man and a figure with a hood sat on the bleachers and two women were in the ring.
Curiously, she made her own way to the bleachers and took a seat on the bottom one - watching to see what the women would do.