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Deal 1352: Writer’s Block Haiku

bestselling idea
but blank page delays writing
success lost to mind

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Deal 1344: Birdy

I turned a corner and found myself in the back room of a tux shop. Everywhere I turned, there were penguin suits, waiting for penguins to wear them. The line of wet footprints going out the door where I had come in seemed to indicate this was a hopping joint.

The rat behind the counter looked at me askance, probably because I didn’t belong there at all. I’m not a penguin. Nope. Not a penguin. I guess a rat can’t be successful without keeping some control of his business. I can respect that. But I’m still no penguin.

When his phone rang, I took that opportunity to get out from under his beady-eyed gaze.

The wet footprints led to the fish bar next door, which I found was crowded with half-naked penguins.

The flightless birds look even sillier without their suits.

I suppose I’ll have a fish cocktail, then wander on my way before they figure out I’m an Orca.

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Deal 1335: Flight

I turned the corner and found a classic casino, set for baccarat. Most of the casino was dark, but a single roped-off table was set up for play, with a lone figure hunched over the shoe. The set was so specific that it seemed at first that I had no choice but to play.

But the key to this sort of situation is often to find the other way forward. I scanned the shadows, then spotted my way out. A window lit by the glow of the city beyond.

I made for the window and jumped.

For a brief moment I wondered at my own sanity as I fell storey after storey. Then I spread my wings and took control of my dreams.

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Deal 1323: Quack

Asleep, the music gave me strength to hope.

Awake, it was always concerning. For music, as we are all taught from childhood, is forbidden here.

But the music in our heads cannot be punished. Unless it leaks out.

So dreaming of music is always welcome.

This music was strange. Discordant. Trapped in just a few notes nearly repeating, with a tone that was reminiscent of an ill duck coughing. Yet the more I listened to it, the deeper it drew me into its spell.

After a dozen repetitions, it begins to make sense. Or perhaps I am going mad.

No matter. This is clearly a case where the only way out is in.

Quack. Quough. Quack.