She Pantomimed "Be That Over There"
a micro fiction
Carly.
Clara. Clary. Carla.
I kick off the shoes easily and hop over the bathroom threshold. God. I look like a construction cone. My orange hair flies to a whispered heap beside the toilet.
The tights are at my ankles when I unbutton the blouse. I try stepping out of the skirt, but end up felled like a Lorax-licked tree beside the wig. Fucking tights.
Groaning, I stand up again. The soap bar is blackish, but I jab my face with it anyway. Water splatters my breasts. I check the mirror, face dripping.
White face. Red nose. Freckles. Lips.
Clown.
Photographer: Thomas Hawk
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Thank you for reading! This is part of a micro fiction series where I take a photo and write a story inspired by it. Each story is 100 words.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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This felt quite liberating! Excellent job!
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