By Lukian Kling
Dusty white powder, fiery red lipstick, deep black eyeliner, and a frayed cotton rainbow wig; it had been years since Johnathon Kaminski last performed his routine. He still remembered some of the old tricks. How could he not, considering all the smiles he’d put on the children’s faces.
He pulled a decrepit deck of cards from his back pocket and surveyed the audience. Only one lonely man had shown up.
Just then, though, the bathroom door opened, and Nurse Williams called, “Come for dinner, Johnathon.”
He obliged, and the crowd disappeared with him, leaving only a blank mirror on the wall.
Wonderful, clever and sad. Beautifully constructed and very emotive.
Fabulously tragic.
Very nice writing Lukian. Clever and well done.
All of above. Great.
After the string of nonsensical stories published recently, it’s nice to see a well-written piece with true impact. This redeems my confidence in this site. The emotion comes through very well and the story is well-told.
Ah, a well-rendered flash piece, full of pathos. Descriptions of clown attire are excellent, too. Sweet twist with the mirror! Kudos!
too sad for words…great writing
Well done description and plot. Sad and moving.
Adelaide
Very good! Thanks!
Great story.
Beautifully written and I love the imagery of the mirror at the end. Great work.
Nice job. Good (though sad) twist at the end. I loved that you had the confidence to indulge in such great descriptions of the costume at the beginning, given you had so few words to play with!
Thanks for this – it made me feel lots of things.