
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #116

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man dressed as a clown with a sad expression walking outside in a wintry storm.
His sad, painted face
The only colour in a snow-covered field
He shines out, like a strange fallen star
Calling out for help
Running from the circus
From his cruel ring master
Joey’s only wish is to find a place to call home
To wash his face clean
To let his heart love and be loved
He has run many times, washed his face
Only for the paint to return
Leaving him with only the circus to call home
Where he remembers selling his soul to be…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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