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.