(Untitled), by Amy Friedman

Alexy reviewed his garb with a gimlet eye.
Hands clad in white kid peeked from snowy cuffs. Iridescent purple lapels framed a lace jabot. Hair was freshly green, with dazzling white wings. His eyes were rimmed with khol and a hint of mascara. Grabbing the small white jar, he removed one pristine glove, unscrewed the lid, and sponged white greasepaint on his face.
“C’mon Alexy, we’re gonna be late!” Sherry yelled. Her heels click-click-clicked into the loo. Alexy continued to dab the white, rendering him mirror visible.
“Is this a joke?” she said.
“No, this is The Joker,” he smiled.


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