The Lion Tamer had been with the Bearded Lady since Birmingham, six cities ago. Rolling into Laredo, he heard the familiar howling from her tent and rushed in to find her breathlessly staring into her compact, rubbing rouge into a facial scar.
You can cover a scar with makeup, but you can’t cover your tracks in the circus.
“You too?” Lion Tamer roared, cracking his whip with accusation.
“It’s not what you think, Louie,” Bearded Lady pleaded, “I was helping the Juggler with a new act and he gave me a close shave with one of his machetes and it stings!”
“Uh huh,” Lion Tamer shook his head sadly, “then what’s the dwarf doing beneath that big tent you call a dress?”
The show must go on, and it did, with the fans in Laredo getting more than they paid for. But that’s for another day. Maybe the Lion Tamer will reappear when we reach L, who knows? Six-sentence stories are sponsored all April long by Hemingway, who created the first six-word story (For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.) And by John Deere, nothing runs like a Deere. And by Jack in the Box, whose tagline I can’t remember at the moment but has good tacos. And by Jaguar, the art of performance.
Thanks for stopping by. Come on over tomorrow for K. Ugh!