Permanent link
The Seasonally Adjusted Buzzard
Random inspiration: seasonally adjusted buzzard
AI-generated painting and story
The story
The buzzard had been waiting for the toast to cool since 3:17 p.m., though it had not moved since the clock struck three. It did not eat. It did not blink. It simply observed the crumbs, the steam long gone, the tea gone cold. The house was empty. The buzzard had been told, in a memo it could not read, that its presence was now 'seasonally adjusted' — a phrase it interpreted as permission to remain. Outside, the wind shifted. Inside, nothing changed. The buzzard stayed. It was very good at waiting.
The brief
A buzzard perches motionless on a wooden stool in a dimly lit kitchen, its feathers slightly ruffled by a draft from an open window, while a half-eaten slice of toast sits on the counter beside a chipped teacup, the late afternoon light casting long, pale gold shadows across the linoleum floor.
The painting and the story were written from this same scene, so the two describe one moment.
Comments and bookmarks
Comments are plain text from NPDev accounts. Bookmarks stay private to the account that saved them.
No comments yet. Be the first to say something.
Sign in to join the conversation.