These aren't the stories your mother told you.

No, these are the other stories.

The Amazing Kishlovsky, written by Luke Condor, and narrated by Persephone Rose.

You can't fit in the fucking box anyway, Ken?

Kishlovsky balked at the insult.

He took a deep breath, reminded himself that he couldn't lose his cool.

After all, a trait such as patience was one of the many foundations of a contortionist,

the ability to do splits being another.

"'Mr. Fandango, I can do it.

I've been working on my enterologyology and I'm almost there. Please. I don't even know what entotology means, Ken. Kenneth Kishlovsky sighed. He once held this man in such high regard. Here was the man who brought the magic of the circus to this little old seaside town in the northeast of England.

Mr. Fandango and his world of wonder.

And oh, what a wonder it had been.

This place, a permanent fixture since 1888, had once been rammed with punters from across the country,

come to see the magicians, the trapeze artists, the tightrope walkers, the musicians,

the jugglers, and even Kishlovsky, the contortionist. For years the audience had watched as

Ken folded himself over like a sheet of paper, bending into little balls, poking his face from

between his legs, smiling and winking at the audience. An audience there used to be of many, an audience

now of view. Kishlovsky looked over at Mr. Fandango, sitting behind his old desk,

going through his measly piles of ticket receipts for the last month's shows.

This fat slob was once handsome and enchanting.

He'd had a way of charming people into rapturous applause as he twiddled his waxed mustache and doffed his top hat.

He was a man who used to appreciate the craft, but not anymore.

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