I’m sure you have heard of the Bluebird of Happiness. You may have even know the Chicken of Despair*.
I was visited by a different bird.
After the great success of my opening lines from last week’s FF, I thought I had made the big time. Fame and fortune couldn’t be far behind.
I was lulled by the tapping of the old Underwood, but the taps continued even after I lifted my hands.
It was at the window, watching.
When it caught my eye, the Mockingbird of Mocking started its song:
“It was a dark and stormy night….”
* The Chicken of Depression is from a Far Side comic strip, but I like the name Chicken of Despair better…
Note – Last week I started The Great American Novel with those words…
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