The clown in the bathroom wouldn’t stop crying.
It was quite annoying.
I went in to wash my hands. I don't like my hands to be unhygienic. His sorrow made it awkward.
He filled the tiny room with echoing whimpers and remorse.
“Everything okay?” I felt forced to ask.
“My girlfriend,” he blubbered. Tears ran down his cheeks, causing slight rivers in his white make-up. “She died.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Elephant sat on her.”
I nodded. “It happens.”
“Splat!” he sobbed.
“Splat,” I agreed and went back to the restaurant’s dining room.
There are worse problems than dirty hands.
Brandon Sutton almost 7 years ago
I can really appreciate the heart at the center of this one. A very good story that is very well told. Great drabble!
Horrorshow almost 7 years ago
Welcome to drablr.com, John. Good to have you aboard. :-)
Tony Spencer almost 7 years ago
Love this Drabble. The tears of a clown, it must've been the crepes suzette which reminded him of his tragic loss, although calling an elephant Suzette is silly. I similarly tear up at waffles....
Bryan Thomas almost 7 years ago
Very good, John!
Rodindeadpan almost 7 years ago
In a tiny bathroom with a crying clown...we've all been there.
Jim M over 6 years ago
I love the echos of sorrow in the happiness and the echos of comedy in the sorrow. Brilliant!