Short Stories
Second part of the short story ‘Clown Chronicles’ by Leah Mueller. A young lady recalls her first day as a clown in 80s America.
It was an afternoon of dejection following a long period of abject poverty that led to my decision to become a clown.
Take the express train. Gary’s eyes pinpointed the alarm clock, it was after 11am. His entire body felt swollen and heavy. What was the use?
Does anyone else remember being born? Perhaps one’s birth is so traumatic that we wilfully erase it from memory. If only I had been so blessed.
Soup Kitchen is a monthly showcase of different artistic genres. Enjoy this month’s feature on some of the finest modern poetry.
