Posts Tagged ‘Circus’

Good golly! It’s Wednesday-Friday again. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being the maestro that keeps our band of Friday Fictioneers in the flash fiction tent.

photo prompt by Shaktiki Sharma

Daily repaired tatters on the tents with rounds of shiny black plastic.
Adds zing he thought.
Truth be told, his circus was falling apart.

The ants protested against pulling tiny wooden carts.
The bears refused to make popcorn.
Daily missed the smell.

Last week the buffalo went on strike.
Lumbered away, grumbling, “No more bicycling for us!”
Didn’t even remove their striped overalls.
Daily had them arrested for stealing.

He had one act left.
The Flying Zambezi Brothers. Red-headed tots that
whizzed through the air without a trapeze.
“Humans are so stupid.”
Daily rubbed his wings together and smiled.



OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA As far as Baylor was concerned Malone’s Magical Circus had lost its magic. It was bad enough that Sword Swallowing Swealwe, Fire Eating Paowl and Te-Te the Fat Lady were forced to live together in one car that now reeked of honed steel, charred flesh and donuts. But people had a say, could leave if they liked. The animals troubled Baylor. Thelma – Elephant – Bleeding ankles. Bobo – Orangutan – Open sores on his chest. Giselle – Giraffe – Neck bent, wedged inside her crate. Baylor looked across the prairie, hummed It’s now or never, hefted the bolt cutters, started with Thelma. She never looked back.