by Michael Seese
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.