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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.

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    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!

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    Horrorshow almost 7 years ago

    Welcome to, John. Good to have you aboard. :-)

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    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....

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    Bryan Thomas almost 7 years ago

    Very good, John!

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    Rodindeadpan almost 7 years ago

    In a tiny bathroom with a crying clown...we've all been there.

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    Jim M over 6 years ago

    I love the echos of sorrow in the happiness and the echos of comedy in the sorrow. Brilliant!

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