Send in the Piano Clown (flash fiction)
“I don’t know if I should laugh or cry into my beer,” Leon said.
“Do both at the same time,” Samantha said.
“I feel like we’re stuck in limbo,” Leslie said. “Like we need to do something to get to heaven.”
“Easy,” Sam replied. “Just walk out of the bar.”
Leon said, “But I’m riveted to his spoken-word poetry about his doomed relationship while playing piano and interspersed with singing Send in the Clowns and Piano Man and tossing back cocktails.”
“Why is he dressed as a clown?” Samantha asked.
Leslie shrugged. “Maybe it’s a commentary on being a performer?”
“But now that he’s passed out, we can escape,” Sam said.
Apologies for being a little over this week: this story weighs in at 111 words.