that clown

bushfires, fiction, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
the young man
that clown
     lit match
   between thumb and forefinger

pretending
     incomprehension

   as he dances
       swifter than blown shadows
cackling like the dry boughs
        and the snuff of leaves
              

his eyes
           caught flames of glee
       his pupils
    wick focused

that lit match
     flickering
  licking fondly
        redly
    between thumb and forefinger

and crackling
    in the dry boughs
  and the snuff of leaves

pretending 
     incomprehension

Written for Miz Quickly’s Dec 18 Prompt “Pretending”

Inspired by a young gentleman in South Australia who got a positive COVID test result and decided to go out clubbing that night.

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We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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