It was no use.
No matter what he tried, Helmut could not imagine happiness.
He faked a smile – but in his heart he knew it was only a shadow – a grimace – a cheap forgery.
But Helmut kept trying. He smiled again, and he conjured a mental circus – where chicken-legged ballerinas cavorted with lions and fiddlers. He summoned a chorus of exotic dancers in ostrich feathers, and their headdresses glimmered with rhinestones as they swayed. He captured a dove and nestled between her wings – but as soon as her feet left the earth she morphed into a crow.
And she dumped his sorry ass into the snow.
No, Helmut could not be happy.
He was a crab – creeping across the endless ocean floor – and even the sponges ignored him.
Linked to the writing prompt at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. Is it bad that the first thing I saw was a really cranky person – grimacing? Probably. But the grimace brought this song to mind too.