Sad clown bad dub.

It was the first time he had seen this friend in weeks. Maybe months. His mind couldn't seem to hold the dates in place anymore. It was a pleasant visit. A quick drop by. A bright blip in the slow, grey unfolding of his evening.

It wasn't until hours later that the thought occurred to him. A realization perhaps. She seemed happy.

He wasn't quite sure what it was. There were no obvious clues. No joyous events discussed. No broad smiles or even glowing eyes. Just something about her. A lightness.

It was fifteen minutes later that the thought occurred to him. A realization perhaps. He wasn't.
Not really.
He had just gotten good at faking it.

Shirking crowns for a jester's cap.

posted by adam @ 12:37 AM