Jos’ Brown the clown scampered backstage wearing an almighty frown.

‘The crowd! The crowd!’ he exclaimed out loud. ‘They’ve gone and deserted us without so much a fuss, all because we went away on an ill conceived holiday!’

With pratfall and pie and a glint in the eye; he arrived to no laughter or delight but a dreadful fright.

Where were the shouts of derision, the laughter at clod hopping collision?

Had old Jos’ lost his vision?

Lo, Jos’ Brown the clown was correct at the prospect.

To the silence that abound, he turned all around,

and whispered:

‘We’re home.’


Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.



From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories