Clowning Around

The Desert

A beaten man of torn brown clothing jumbled through the desert. A cactus lay here and there in the middle of nowhere. Civilization was nowhere near. This man ruined himself with so many years of torment. There however was no true reason as to why he never backed out of such a life. Now he simply walked thirsty, hungry and tired in a desert left to die. Jerry, this worn man, could not return home for he had nothing left for him. This twilight sparked over his limping soul. Here and there a sprawl of sandy dust hit him. He needed to find a way out.

Jerry climbed down a smooth sandy hill to suddenly see a bizarre sight. A clown sitting by a campfire. A pot full of a stew was filled and a ladle reached out. Steam rose high above the desert. The clown sat on a log and smiled widely. Red cheeks, bright glittering blue eyes and a shaved head stared at Jerry.

Jerry turned to walk the other way but the clown's elusive stare pulled him in. Nervously, Jerry struggled towards the clown. Jerry made his way to the other side of the fire to be staring at the sitting clown. The clown said with his grin, "Greetings!" His voice was shockingly normal compared to such a face. "You seem to be having some trouble. Please sit down and have some stew with me." Jerry looked behind him and a log was there for him to sit upon. "My name is Mors Mangone, but my stage name is Mo the clown."

Jerry asked, "What're you doing in the desert? I'm glad to have found someone, but it's a little strange meeting up with a clown."

"Because the circus is in town. But mostly because I can help people. I can help you. You have been through a lot in your life and feel you deserve something better." Mors calmly said, "I can help you."

Jerry chuckled saying, "How can a clown help me. What're you going to do, make jokes until I laugh?"

"Seems I've already done that," Mo said. "I can do much better though. I can make you a deal where I will give you the life you always wanted. Does that interest you?"

"You have my attention, but I don't see how you could do such a thing being just a clown," Jerry said.

Mo responded, "I'm more than what I seem." Music made of bright lifting instruments started to play. The music sounded of that of a circus. Clapping and shouting could be heard coming from where the music came from. Jerry turned his head to see an enormous tent made of red, yellow and blue colors. Spotlights flickered all around peeping from the inside and outside. "Come with me to my circus and I will show you what I mean Jerry."