"Checkers and the Pawn"

Here is a story idea that I am working on.
I don't know what to do with it, so I am posting as a SLOPPY copy.
I can picture the unfolding story, but that does not mean I like the way I see it.
Much less, I kept changing the senctences-- and I feel they are worse.
Therefore, I am submitting as an idea to others, myself, and perhaps a challenge to work on it further.
I will add that I just started this as a response to the "Work Drama" fiction contest.
Obviously, I veered offcourse, in more than one way.
Yes, it needs major editing

This original SLOPPY copy of "Checkers and the Pawn" is left unfinished on May 2, 2016

I decided to go for a walk. It was my lunch break and I needed the exercise. Given the workload and some stale communication with co-workers, I wanted the space, too. In fact, I hoped the day would skip to end. I was through with the employee drama! However, I did not ask for the oncoming impact of a clown's clumsy left foot.

I had breathed in the sunshine, walked in the shade of the trees, and otherwise enjoyed Spring's welcoming presence. Time, though, has a way of working against me, even "off the clock." So, as soon as I left I I found myself, again, approaching the meager edifice of my dreaded office. This fear was postponed,I was feet from the propery entrance, when, no joke, I heard what sounded like the three stooges' "Hello" tune.

The fast-increasing intensity of noise caused me to look up behind me. I turned quick enough to see Checkers the Clown pole vault in my direction, with his vehicle intact. (Now, I may have gotten creamed with more than a pie, but I fainted. Instead, I found myself waking to a red nose in my face. The clown who nearly hit me helped me to my feet.)