The Sawdust Ring

Summary

A ribbon of dust unfurls beneath canvas skies as Janet, spurred by her mother’s bitter exile, gallops into a labyrinth of spangles and sawdust to exhume the father mythologized by absence. Beneath the proscenium of Colonel Simmonds’s peripatetic empire she vaults across equine constellations, her body a comet of resolve, while Peter—her confidant, her shadow—smears greasepaint into a grin that conceals the tremor of unspoken longing. Each night the big-top exhales cinnamon and kerosene; inside its striped cathedral Janet’s eyes comb the gloaming for paternal constellations, yet the colonel’s silences glint like razors, hinting that blood may be braided tighter than any ringmaster’s whip. Between the roar of the crowd and the hush of moonlit guy-ropes, memory and performance blur: a locket swings, a horse rears, a name is half-whispered, and the revelation lands not with thunder but with the soft gasp of canvas surrendering to wind. When the final spotlight bleeds to violet, lineage is rewritten not in ink but in phosphor, and the circus—once merely a stage—becomes the very crucible of identity, leaving Janet clutching a truth as luminous and lacerating as a freshly flung dagger.

Synopsis

Janet sets out to find her circus ringleader father, who her mother abandoned believing him to be unfaithful. Along the way, Janet and her friend Peter join Colonel Simmonds's circus, she as a trick horse rider and he as a clown, but Janet cannot help but wonder why she finds Simmonds so familiar.