The advertisement reads, “A Fun Place for Kids.” Big balloons line the entrance; the walls are sunshine and crimson. Nurses dress in clown costumes. I thought Johnny would enjoy recovering from surgery here.
They didn’t tell me the surgeons, dressed in spandex, operate from trapezes.
I watch a clown ride through the ward on his unicycle while Johnny sleeps. He awakes to seltzer water. A nurse then yanks his hat off, pulls out one handkerchief after another, then a chihuahua, and then, finally, a syringe. Administering the shot is apparently a challenge for him, but he shakes his head when I offer to help. Finally, one clown holds the stethoscope while another listens, first to his heart, then to his elbow.
The next bed over, a clown takes the boy’s temperature from the back of a miniature horse.
Trumpets blare, a lion tamer enters. I hear a growl from the other side of the window.
This was my 155 word piece for Flash!Friday this week. It was prompted by a cute picture. It took far too long to edit down!