“Candyfloss for a sweet smile”
Elena cherished pink sweetness and returned a dimple-smile for yet another clown.
It was fair, and she was its princess, her mother told her so. Before she left.
“Wait here”, mother said, but glitz and merry-go-rounds pulled like magic. Elena strayed.
The clown took her small hand in his:
“What’s your name, sweet girl?”
“Elena, and I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.”
The clown laughed,
“But I’m no stranger?”
Returning Sandra found her daughter talking to Mike. Despite his clown costume she would never forget the fists of Elena’s father.
“We’re leaving”, she shouted.
The Carousel took me to the fair-ground filled with clowns and candy-floss, and here I wanted to betray you a little from my usual darkness to maybe another one… hope I succeeded, this one was hard to fit in 100 words.
Friday Fictioneers is a great prompt returning weekly on Wednesdays, led by Rochelle who just celebrate her retirement. Visit her site for more info or click on the frog below for more stories.
I can also take the possibility to announce a little bit on a book-project that is getting close to conclusion. Fifteen short stories set in one building in Stockholm written by me and 14 other authors. We hope that the release party can be held in Stockholm, November 7.