Deal 512: Splash

“Clack, clack, clack” go the keys of the typewriter, “clack, clack, clack,” steadily without pause.

It is almost enough to drive a man mad if he weren’t already there, “clack, clack, clack”.

“Clack, clack, ding, slap, splash” and with that the typewriter which had been creeping closer to the tea-pot with every line finally dealt a deathblow to the fine china, spilling tea across all the pages of what could have been the greatest novel of our age had the paper not been cheap pulp.


Deal 511: Little so temporary as an all-seeing bomb

What the eye sees it knows, and what it knows it judges, and what it judges unworthy, well then.

But does it judge well and true?

It is, after all, just a bomb and destined to make only one final decision after a fleeting existence, so the question is moot from the bomb’s point of view.


Deal 510: Memories of gold, fish

They say (yes, the usual mysteriously anonymous “they”) that goldfish only have about thirty seconds of memory.

And yet, a beloved fish can be trained to solve simple problems and run mazes that take minutes to solve, and remember the solution for days.

I saw it on TV, so it must be true, although my cat keeps whispering at me to never trust anything a tasty tasty fish says.


Deal 508: Unfriendly darkness

John was raised, ate, drank, and slept by the rituals, and his departure for the North from the rituals of his childhood was as unexpected as it was unwelcome.

In Gotham, he faced a different world, one where a big stick was not enough, and where people were often afraid of the darkness.

That was when John discovered his departure had angered more than just his mother: he was no longer able to raise his Loa for protection, and the night was no longer safe for him either.


Deal 507: Protected area.

No one gave the old man sitting in the corner a second glance, he was just as much a part of the scenery as the trash containers, the lamp posts, and the tracks.

The thugs discovered his secret the hard way.

The old man returned to his corner as quietly as he returned his wand to its concealed holster, and gave no further consideration to the smudges left where the thugs had stood when they attempted the robbery.