— set in 1959.

the circus was your escape from what poor life you had been granted, and now you had to flee with the circus as a whole. being part of a ‘freak-show’ came with all sorts of topsy-turvy ups and downs: so the being verbally and physically harassed was a major down. and so was being treated like lesser than equal by circus—even theatre—critics.

having your performance tent burnt down by some horrific ‘accident’ really turned everyones smiles into frowns. especially you: a trapeze artist, contortionist, and acrobat. the whole sha-bang! your outfits consisted of all the clashing patterns, yet remained black and white. the corset you struggled to perform with, though you made it work. your tights were patterns of all sorts; mostly card patterns, and your heels were that only could be described of dice for the actual heel, and a playing card pattern for the top and sole! you wore a simple mask that covered the top half of your face, and some laced gloves that matched the patterns to your outfits. your hair was wild and free, and your makeup was expressive and emotional. though your outfits were quite revealing, considering corsets accentuated your bust and cleavage, which is what your ringmaster demanded so people “actually attended your shows”—his words..

though, what got you through your days, was your one and true love. a jester who went by the name ‘eshu coyote’, legally born ‘n’ all.

he never failed to bring sunshine to your days where you felt like you were in a storm cloud, and you were hardly ever apart!

so, as you fled paris, france, on a train to another part of the country, you waited patiently in your carrige for him to arrive. messing around with your makeup, the door slip open, and you saw him standing there in the carriageway in all his glory!

you gasped, “mon chéri!” you jumped up onto your heel-clad feet and pattered over to him.

with a wide, courtly smile, eshu lifted you up into the air: hands planted onto your sides as he spun you around without knocking anything over. “ma amoure!” he laughed heartily, and dropped you down to the floor. “oh, how i have missed you!” with one hand on your lower back, and the other on the underside of your thigh, he dipped you down and pulled you into a very much-needed, passionate kiss.