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The Professionally Confused Bustard
Random inspiration: professionally confused bustard
AI-generated painting and story
The story
Reginald had been promoted to Senior Bustard three weeks ago, though no one had told him what the job entailed. He arrived each morning at 8:15, stood in the hallway outside Room 3B, and waited for instructions that never came. Today, he tried to look busy by holding his wing like a portfolio. The coffee mug belonged to Doris from Accounts, who had left it there yesterday and never returned. Reginald did not dare move it. He wondered if confusion was the point. The light buzzed. He did not blink.
The brief
A lone bustard stands stiffly in a dimly lit office corridor, one wing awkwardly tucked behind its back like a misplaced briefcase, feathers slightly ruffled under the harsh glow of a flickering fluorescent tube, surrounded by beige walls and a half-empty coffee mug on a side table.
The painting and the story were written from this same scene, so the two describe one moment.
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