Friday Fictioneer 100 Word Story: Tears



People say I’m the life of the party because I tell a joke or two. I might be laughing loud and hearty but deep inside I’m blue. See me with another girl looking like I’m having fun…
she might be cute but she’s a substitute: you’re the permanent one.

Outside I’m masquerading,
inside my hope is fading; just a clown since you’re not around. My smile is just make-up since I lost you, so take a good look at my face, you’ll see my smile looks out of place; 
look closer, it’s easy to trace the tracks of my tears.

All apologies and all credit to Smokey Robinson. If you don’t, by some slim chance, know this song, listen to it, think about the difference between song and poem, and regard the greatness of Smokey Robinson.



    • I know, I know… just massively busy this week, couldn’t get inspired, tried to use the song for inspiration but all I could think about was how great the song is, ran out of time, so thought it would at least provoke some comment…

    • Why are you cross? Are you English? If so, you should be impervious; the English are secure and never doubt their language, scorning American English about the same as the French scorn Quebecois. It can be confusing, though. When there was a big terrorist bombing a few years ago, we could not figure out where it took place; every newscaster said it was in Barley, which we thought must be in the north of England. It took days to figure out they were saying Bali.

      • I am English. And don’t worry, it’s not only the Brits who are secure in their use of the language we invented – I’ve lived in Canada for two years and been roundly abused for my usage and pronunciation. Apparently the Canadian live-and-let-live attitude doesn’t extent to language. Anyway, rant over. I’m not cross really and I did like your “story”

      • Americans don’t trust language, that’s why all those American heroes, John Wayne to Clint and everyone in between, even the guy in NCIS, are monosylabic, strong and silent types. I lived in the mountains of northern California for quite awhile amongst loggers and they all thought if you were a talkative man you must be gay. I wonder if it goes back to colonial distrust of the English.

    • Yes, a creative genius. When you listen to the song, the way the words work is completely different to reading them. Little things, like when the Miracles sing the words “Inside” and “Outside” and Smokey answers them with the rhyme “I’m masquerading…” and “My hope is fading…” just great. And his singing, awesome; could make you cry. He wrote so many great songs for Motown and was such a brilliant singer.

  1. I only know one Smokey Robinson song, but this wasn’t it. But reading those lyrics reminded me of it, so I guess you’ll get a pass this week Carlos 😉 Glad you joined us in whatever capacity you could muster, ha.

    • I’ve written many but this was a very bad week. I could have written nothing, but I thought this would at least be slightly thought-provoking, and I think has been. I have to say, the Ronstadt version is pallid in comparison the Smokey Robinson and the Miracles’ original. But that’s another debate.

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