“It’s okay,” she heard him say from the door.
She had been alone, sitting in front of the mirror, watching her powdered cheeks get wet with each tear that slid down.
“No. It’s not. What are you not teaching me?” she questioned him back.
“Nothing at all. But you must understand that it’s okay to be sad when you are alone.”
Her eyes were as red as her nose from all the crying.
“So we can’t be happy all the time?”
“We can choose to be. But we’re human too.”
She pulled off her wig, wiped her face with a towel.
“I can’t do this then,” she said with a wan smile, and walked out.
Clown classes weren’t what she had thought they’d be.
The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.
To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 3, the word chosen by Bhavya was CLOWN, around which this story was written.
(3rd April 2014)