Feasting at a Five-Star Restaurant

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.

Drabble published July 14, 2014 20:27

Brandon Sutton almost 10 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 10 years ago

Welcome to drablr.com, John. Good to have you aboard. :-)
Tony Spencer almost 10 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 10 years ago

Very good, John!
Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago

In a tiny bathroom with a crying clown...we've all been there.
Jim M over 9 years ago

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