Flash Fiction - In Pursuit of a Smile
In Pursuit Of A Smile
Mother used to say that in the end all will be as it should be, that things will be okay. She held on to that hope the same way she held on to the drunk’s steering wheel as he nodded off around every curve and bend.
Mother used to say that in the end it’ll all be worth it. All the black eyes and broken promises, everything will be worth the pain if I’d only smile once in a while.
Today I’m a clown doing what clowns do in this concrete circus. Juggling, pretending, smiling. I remember you, dear mother, and I guess it would’ve been all worth it if only you’d see the smile on my face.
Jaundré M. van Breda © 2018
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