Inspiration, where does it come from? For the following story, the inspiration came from a drawing created for Inktober and Drawlloween by my good friend Yazgar, you can go HERE to check it out, it’s cool, you might see more extras pop up if I get inspired again.
“Sometimes, its not the mark on life you leave, it’s the mark on their faces,” he says as he stares at his reflection in the mirror, he studies his tired, old face, the bags under his eyes, dark and droopy.
“I don’t understand,” a girl’s voice says.
He laughs, as he starts dabbing on the white makeup, “Have I told you the story of when you were born? Your dear departed mother said, one day, you would do things we only dreamed of, you would make your mark not only on the world, but on them, out there, as well,” he says as he looks over at his daughter, she sits on an old wooden chair. A chair she has sat on a thousand times before or more, watching, as her father applies his make-up, preparing for a show. “She said, you would be the one, that would break the cycle, to be remembered. At first, I never understood what she meant, not until years later, when she came to me after we found you with Pebbles.”
“Pebbles,” she says softly, looking at the ground.
He places a hand on her head, “She said, you were becoming something, something wonderful, I-I, I was hesitant, worried, that you weren’t ready, but….”
“But what?” She says, looking back up at him as he places the final touches to his makeup.
“But, when I saw you cut that boys throat, I realised she was right, she was right about everything,” he says as he gets to his feet and holds his hand out towards her. “Are you ready, to spread some Halloween cheer?”
She smiles and places her tiny hand in his, gripping it tightly, “But Daddy, it’s not Halloween for another three weeks?”
He laughs again, as he picks up a large kitchen knife from the table and passes it to her, “In our family, everyday, is Halloween,” he says, and, underneath the frown of his clown’s make-up, she can make out his demented smile.