Charlotte's Circus

To say the image of a librarian is what came to mind when one looked at Charlotte might be understated, her bun wrapped so tightly on her head and glasses chosen not to flatter. She was well compensated at work as she excelled at it. Occasionally, she peaked over those glasses to see what John was up to. Usually, it involved the blond at the other end of the room.

She went home at night to discard her daily garb revealing something stunning despite her own thoughts on the matter. She expected, always, to come home at the end of the work day in this way, alone. Sometimes she thought of John, but it was a ridiculous fantasy.

Charlotte was given a substantial bonus quarterly. She pondered what to do with it. She had been to a circus recently and swooned at the acrobatic talents and bright lights of the trapeze show. In an act of benediction and self awareness, she used the money to build a trapeze studio in her garage.

There were bruises, but it soon became clear to Charlotte that hanging from the ceiling, twirling in her own trance was a release she had not felt before. She thought perhaps she was even good at it. Curiosity and a desire to be seen got the best of her after a while. She bought some lighting and video equipment. It started with postings on the internet with her in costume and mask to hide her identity.

Responses came in droves once word of mouth caught on. Charlotte pushed herself to perfection in her private circus. Offers soon came and finally, she found herself on a stage high above the crowd in feathers and mask. If one has never felt what she was feeling at that moment, it is a shame.

In the finale of her grand opening performance, she dangled over the audience from one leg, arms spread to embrace them. She found herself face to face with John from the office. Removing her mask to look him in the eye, she suddenly found him attainable and small.

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  • ian osborne
    ian osbornealmost 4 years ago

    That’s empowerment for you. It’s within us all.

  • It is about empowerment. Finding who you are makes other people seem so undaunting.

    – Zolton

  • Rhinovangogh
    Rhinovangoghalmost 4 years ago

    I was waiting for the fall, or the shoe to drop at least. Nice write of very interesting character.

  • ha ha… I know… the twist is subtle, but I dreamed this up a week ago and couldn’t work out the details. The character is all of us with the ridiculousness of trapeze thrown in. We only become beautiful to others when we discover our hidden talents. Brings us to life and adds a sense of independence and accomplishment which is more attractive, eh? Hi… I’m Ned. I sit on the couch and drink beer. Not really interested in much else. See what I mean? ha ha ha

    – Zolton

  • DBA Lehane
    DBA Lehanealmost 4 years ago

    Like you say, a very subtle twist this one…I had to read a couple of times to appreciate it. but, as always, a beautiful write.

  • Thank you for giving it a second chance. I struggled with my writing mood this week and it took some effort to sit down for a while. aaaaaah!

    – Zolton

  • KMorral
    KMorralalmost 4 years ago

    Fabulous! What a great idea- where can I get me one of those?! Beautiful twist, as DBA says, very subtle :-)

  • haaaaaaa… I know! I wish I had a garage. Just a basement for rollerskating.

    – Zolton

  • Solar Zorra
    Solar Zorraalmost 4 years ago

    Good for Charlotte! John never saw her true beauty anyway, now she can aim for stars. Sure wish I could find that sort of empowerment. Excellent story. :) Solar

  • Alison Pearce
    Alison Pearcealmost 4 years ago

    Great story Zo!!!

  • abigcat
    abigcatover 2 years ago
    Love this write…attainable and small beautifully put :-))
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