August drabbles - 4
Sad Clown (4)
One day Jimmy and Sarah were walking in the city. The streets weren’t paved with golden bricks. The music wasn’t divine. The bright colors were just street-lamps and signs and not precious jewels.
Jimmy bent down to comfort a little boy. “What’s wrong?” Jimmy asked.
“My sister laughed at me.”
“Sisters do that.”
The boy pointed at Sara. “Is she your sister?” he asked.
“No,” said Jimmy. “She’s the girl I’m going to marry.”
Then Jimmy’s mask slipped, secrets unwarily revealed. But there were no sad-clown tears on his cheeks underneath. Suddenly the future was a doorway opening to heaven.
One day Jimmy and Sarah were walking in the city. The streets weren’t paved with golden bricks. The music wasn’t divine. The bright colors were just street-lamps and signs and not precious jewels.
Jimmy bent down to comfort a little boy. “What’s wrong?” Jimmy asked.
“My sister laughed at me.”
“Sisters do that.”
The boy pointed at Sara. “Is she your sister?” he asked.
“No,” said Jimmy. “She’s the girl I’m going to marry.”
Then Jimmy’s mask slipped, secrets unwarily revealed. But there were no sad-clown tears on his cheeks underneath. Suddenly the future was a doorway opening to heaven.
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