Feeling down in the dumps last Monday, Janet Reid eased back into the workweek with a LippLibs contest. Finish the sentence, "I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on ... "I read about it early in the morning, but didn't have an idea "right there." Then work happened, and I forgot.
"Flash" forward to Friday, and Janet posted a contest, with a wrinkle. Take one of the entries from Tuesday, and use that as the opening or closing line of your 100-word story. Three different LippLibs caught my eye, but ultimately it was Just Jan's sentence that led me to "Under The Big Top."
I knew I would find my joie de vivre, but had no money on under the big top dressed as a clown.
Winter feasts on the homeless. Just as January relented, releasing its icy grip, February blew through and bitch-slapped me. Seeing countless friends frozen drove a renewed desperation to escape the streets.
The paper stapled to a pole reeked of suspect salvation.
"Fun! Laughs! Oversized shoes! A red honking nose!"
I passed the audition with flying (trapeze) colors, and settled into the unexpected.
Thus began my career as the man-toy of a plus-size contortionist with an Emmett Kelly fetish.
Poor Ringling Bros.
As an aside, if you have never seen "The Greatest Showman," you should.
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