The bright colors of a clown, but clowns were suppose to be happy, and she was anything but.
Her hand stopped in
mid stroke, she stared into the eyes looking back at her from the
mirror. A tear formed in her right eye, soon followed by one in the
left. They ran down her face, painting a rainbow. The bright colors
of a clown, but clowns were suppose to be happy, and she was anything
but.
Tiffany had run
away from home at the age of sixteen. She wondered if her drunken
mother even noticed she was gone. She had learned to lock herself in
her bedroom each night, when her mother came home, dragging strange
men with her. She had learned from experience that after her
mother passed out, the men would turn their unwanted attentions to
her daughter.
When the circus
came around last summer, Tiffany left with it. She thought she was
in love with the handsome Edmond. She had willingly given him
everything she had. Now, she just felt used, and abused. He had
taken, not just her money, but her innocence as well.
She winced as she
turned away from the mirror. Her stomach was so tender from where he
had beaten her last night. She had caught him in a lie, he had been
with another woman - she was the one who paid.
Slowly, she donned
her costume, and prepared for the nights performance, knowing she
would soon be bringing smiles, and laughter to the audience. If only
someone could do that for her...a smile almost crossed her lips, as
she thought about her plans for later tonight.
At last the big
tent was empty. The audience had all gone home, the performers were
now eating. Tiffany climbed to the high wire. In her mind, she was
a beautiful trapese artist ascending to begin her act. At the top
she stopped, closed her eyes, a beautiful smile brought her face to
life, and...she jumped.
“They ran down her face, painting a rainbow. The bright colors of a clown, but clowns were supposed to be happy, and she was anything but.”
Wow, such sad lines and yet so beautiful. I have a thing for rainbows. They’re associated with happiness but there is something about them that is sad and full of hope stolen from people. That’s how I see it, and now it’s appropriate. It goes with this story.
I maintain that you have a charming writing style. Despite the sadness of the situation there is a calmness to this story.
Thanks so much for the wonderful review, Mia! A medium once gave me a message from my daughter who .. read moreThanks so much for the wonderful review, Mia! A medium once gave me a message from my daughter who died fifteen years ago - I'll see you under the rainbow.
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I'm so sorry about your daughter. Death is hard, I know this personally and still I cannot imagine h.. read moreI'm so sorry about your daughter. Death is hard, I know this personally and still I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for a parent to lose a child. A friend once told me that in a faith (I think it was the Jewish faith but I’m not 100% sure) if a child dies before the parent, the parent automatically goes to heaven. That God knows there is no greater pain. Whether you are religious or not, it is a testament to the pain and suffering. So I hope you know that I sincerely hope you have found peace and that you remember your daughter with smiles. I’ll see you under the rainbow :)
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Thank you, Mia! And yes, I always remember my Jessie with smiles (See my story Jessie's Snowman).
“They ran down her face, painting a rainbow. The bright colors of a clown, but clowns were supposed to be happy, and she was anything but.”
Wow, such sad lines and yet so beautiful. I have a thing for rainbows. They’re associated with happiness but there is something about them that is sad and full of hope stolen from people. That’s how I see it, and now it’s appropriate. It goes with this story.
I maintain that you have a charming writing style. Despite the sadness of the situation there is a calmness to this story.
Thanks so much for the wonderful review, Mia! A medium once gave me a message from my daughter who .. read moreThanks so much for the wonderful review, Mia! A medium once gave me a message from my daughter who died fifteen years ago - I'll see you under the rainbow.
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I'm so sorry about your daughter. Death is hard, I know this personally and still I cannot imagine h.. read moreI'm so sorry about your daughter. Death is hard, I know this personally and still I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for a parent to lose a child. A friend once told me that in a faith (I think it was the Jewish faith but I’m not 100% sure) if a child dies before the parent, the parent automatically goes to heaven. That God knows there is no greater pain. Whether you are religious or not, it is a testament to the pain and suffering. So I hope you know that I sincerely hope you have found peace and that you remember your daughter with smiles. I’ll see you under the rainbow :)
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Thank you, Mia! And yes, I always remember my Jessie with smiles (See my story Jessie's Snowman).
another good stoey Wendy, I do hope you are going to enter them in a contest:)) Moonbeam
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Thank you, Moonbeam. I think I did put this one into a contest, don't remember if I won. I wrote i.. read moreThank you, Moonbeam. I think I did put this one into a contest, don't remember if I won. I wrote it for another group writing prompt.
An amazing story but a very tragic one. This is very believable. How sad, she left one bad situation and ended up in one just as bad if not worse since her heart was involved this time. So often that is how it seems in real life when a woman leaves one abusive man to just end up with another. I really felt for Tiffany. Death seemed the happier choice for her in the end.