The Clown

55 Fiction

Man-on-Stilts

It’s show time.

Time to amaze the crowd.

In their excitement to shake hands with me, somebody pushed me and I fell down.

Despite the pain, I smiled and clowned around.

The show must go on, you see!

Just then a child asked if I was alright.

And tears came before I could stop them.

Linking this to Write Tribe’s 55 on Friday