THE TEAR KEEPER

THURSDAY 14th JANUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~THE TEAR KEEPER

THE TEAR KEEPER


by John Yeo

   Joey Johnson was a carefree lad, just 20 years of age with the world at his feet, Joey was training to be a police officer. 6′ tall, with a shock of thick curly brown hair, cut short to comply with police recommendations, he had sharp blue eyes that didn’t miss much. He enjoyed his training and his future prospects looked good until one fateful, unforgettable night that altered his life irrevocably.
  Joey was on the way home late, after a busy night, suddenly a man loomed up out of the shadows and shouted, ‘This is for your *******  interference.’ Joey vaguely saw a large man wearing a mask with a hoodie pulled up over his head. The man quickly tipped a bottle of liquid that splashed  over his head and face, temporarily blinding him. There was a fierce burning sensation that quickly got worse, his face felt as if it was on fire.

   The acid attack was horrific, Joey screamed, penetratingly loud, as pain raced through his head. Skin was burnt to shreds from the structure of his face, Joey’s crowning glory, his hair, was burnt off in seconds. He passed out and was raced to the burns unit at the local general hospital. By a miracle his sight was saved, although his tear ducts had dried up and he would never cry again.
  One year later after many operations by plastic surgeons some semblance of normality returned. Joey refused to be seen in public and became a recluse. He left our town and disappeared, it was rumoured he had joined some gypsies and was travelling the countryside by caravan. One day Lisa, our daughter, came home from school very excited, “Daddy the circus has come to town!”
Saturday night we had the best seats in the big top and Lisa was laughing merrily at the antics of Joey the clown. He came to speak to her and Lisa asked “Why did you become a clown Joey?” 

    His painted smile never altered, the smile that was the gateway and the keeper of the impossible tears of a clown.

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