Following redundancy, the only job available had been in the circus, so after years of having to be serious all of the time, Charlie took up the opportunity to act like a clown and get paid for it.
That was until the cutbacks.
Oh yeah, he’s been on the receiving end of those too often but this time it was harder.
Who wanted to hire a clown? A retired painted face that never really smiled, one that had been captured for eternity on an boiled egg shell and patented so that no-one else could use it.
He couldn’t make any changes to ‘Freddyo’ either as he was likely to encroach on someone else’s face and well, it simply wasn’t done. Clowns had standards and respect you know.
He’d been thrown a lifeline with his current employer, but somehow hadn’t envisaged his truck breaking down and trudging through heavy snow to entertain at a kiddies birthday party. He sometimes wondered who was holding the deck of misfortune cards that was constantly being thrown at him. If he ever found out, he’d wring their neck.
Oh well, on with the show……………. best face forward and all that.
Written for FFFC 3rd May.