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.