Laura lovingly laid out her husband’s clothes.
Now, after thirty years, the professor dresses alone.
His brilliant mind, incapable of ordinary, combines odd colors with zany patterns. People smirk and stare. They call him the Jester.
He doesn’t mind. He’s juggling balls of sorrow and heartbreak in the air, anyway.
Linda Feist has been published in Flash Fiction Magazine, the Florida Writers Collection series, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and other publications. Fellow writers inspire her.
Very touching. Later today, I’m attending the funeral of a husband who lost his wife of 59 years. Their son is a juggler.
I also just realized the late wife’s name is Linda, whose funeral I’m attending later today. She and her family are writers. Many coincidences. Thank you Linda Feist!
Wonderful story!
Love the juggling metaphor. Clever writing!
Thank you for ypurctime and this comment.
Great Ending.
Wow, this story beautifully captures the professor’s unique style and the emotional weight he carries, despite the judgment from others.