A Quiet Root

We comb through hundreds of literary magazines to bring you one stellar poem or flash fiction piece every weekday.

“Stuffy” by Casey Wiley

Friday night, Altoona Area Shriners, pinned under Randy the Clown (day job: elementary crossing guard), couple dozen in the crowd whistling, Mike whispered, “I’m sad.”

“The fuck?” the old clown hissed, screwing his jowly face, white face paint caked like cottage cheese in the corners of his eyes.

“I cry all the time.”

Read it in Tiny Molecules

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