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Prudence Elizabeth Walker

 

A comp entry:
                           
According to legend every third Sunday in March at 11:59 pm since the 1920's, a woman can be seen riding horseback on fire through the Grand canyon and on up to Flagstaff. It is also written that she was a very talented performer.              
Being both a flamethrower & trapeze-acrobat for a Big Top Circus                
in Arizona. Until one unfaithful Spring night.                            
                           
Over the years, towns folk have reported seeing her flaming body riding around town seeking revenge on the man who murdered her...                        
                           
On March 20,1927 having little or no sleep the night before, she decided she needed the money more than rest and went to work with a wearable smile; while all the while keeping her mind on the clock, waiting for midnight to hurry up and come so she could leave work and go home.                            
             
The curtain went up at exactly 7:00 pm and the freak show began.                        
The clowns were always first to go on stage, then the animals, and then last but not least, Prudence Elizabeth Walker aka Pru, was the last act of the night. She was getting pretty good at throwing out huge balls of fire in repetitions, making it seem like she was casting magic spells with her flames. The audience always went wild!                            
                           
Pru smiled a lot when she heard the loud clapping, whistles and cheers coming from the people who came to see her act. Plus, she hadn't made a mistakes in quite sometime, not one single error in over 4 months, that made her smile too...                            
                           
Some random asshole named Tank Murdock "the town drunk" up in the front row, thought it would be funny to throw a lit cigarette at the stage, so he did, and Poof! The entire stage caught on fire and within seconds, Pru, became engulfed in flames and died right there on that stage, that night!                            
                           
The Driver of the hearse was in fact the man who killed her by "accident."                            
                           
This journal was written by some of her friends                            
who talked with Pru, earlier that night.
Written by Zazzles (Broomie)
Published | Edited 27th Nov 2017
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