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Author’s note: This week, I ran out of story ideas, so I’m substituting this travelogue. Enjoy!
I walk through the bazaar, the air filled with coffee and spices, while stands of every color and shape assault my senses. Silhouettes of femme fatales gyrate on the wall of one tent, pixies and leprechauns play dice in front of another. At an outdoor cafe, a knight sits with a man in a tuxedo and a woman in an aviator helmet sharing coffee and cigarettes. Another man sits alone at another table, casting furtive glances at the trio and whispering into his sleeve.
Normally, I'd hang out at the cafe and see who I'd meet, but today, I'm in need of something quick, a plot driver. Something to take back to the office where my characters are sitting around on set, complaining about their motivations. (Ugh! Characters!)
I stop at a stand painted green where a short bearded man looks up at me expectantly.
“Welcome to Macadoo McGuffin’s, sir! Please come into my humble stall and find the solution to all your plot problems!”
I thank the man and browse around the shelves and barrels. Macadoo hovers around me like a shadow, making comments of the obvious.
I look at a barrel filled with black falcon statuary.