Kelsey woke up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her oversized four fingered clown hands. It had been two years since Patrick’s death, and she had not changed a bit since that day. Even with the time that had past she still had the largest clown hands, the largest feet, and the largest clown nose, no one having surpassed her as the clown gene became more common. She sighed as she rocked out of bed, being a ball with arms, legs, and a head made it hard to maneuver sometimes. She was sure she was the biggest, roundest clown in the world, and over the last few months thought she should make some measurements to prove it, but she never did.
Kelsey dressed in some purple sweats and a purple zip up hoodie over a white oversized tee shirt. She didn’t like putting on a clown outfit anymore since her brother’s passing. She brushed her long hair, still streaked with pink after all these years. After touching up her clown makeup, she usually darkened her blue eye shadow and rosy blush, Kelsey headed downstairs to have breakfast with her mother, her mother always had a grapefruit and she a cream pie. “Morning mom,” she greeted her mother.
“Morning honey,” her mother greeted her, with a little more warmth than she normally did. “Kelsey, how would you like to go shopping today? For some …clown… clothes?”
“Are you serious?” Kelsey spit out her pie.
“I think we both need to move on after your brother’s passing, and you? You are a clown. I have to accept it, and you need to be the biggest, greatest clown ever. For you and your brother.”
“Oh mom,” Kelsey began to cry, her tears running own her cheeks, and then slowly away from her face like they were being thrown off by a sprinkler. She honked her nose, making it squeak and hugged her mother. Her mother held her close before having what felt like a ton of curly wool shoved in her face. Kelsey pulled back and laughed. She fluffed her newly acquired pink afro. “Well guess the changes are making up for lost time,” she smiled and honked her nose. “It really is big though.”
“It comes a few inches past each shoulder,” her mother observed. “And it’s thick!”
“Really thick,” Kelsey agreed as she tried to run her fingers through it. “I’m going to need a comically oversized pick for this ‘fro!”
“A comically oversized pick, like a CLOWN would have?” her mother smiled.
“Yeah,” Kelsey melted. She then farted loudly. “Oh! That’s new!”
“Well farts are funny, and you are the biggest funniest clown ever, so ipso facto…”
“Hey, I could care less if I fart a lot,” Kelsey smiled a big pink clown smile. She closed an eye and grimaced making herself fart again. She sniffed her fart, and laughed, “They smell like cotton candy!”
“Her mother tentatively smelled the air too. “You’re right! They do smell like cotton candy!”
“I’m going to be the biggest funniest,” Kelsey farted again, “ stinkiest clown ever! For Patrick!”