A short story I wrote, to coincide with Chinese New Year.
I stare at the cursor blinking on the white background. Another hour ticks by. The words will not flow. I cannot tease my fingers over the keys. Rubbing my eyes and thumping my desk will not help. Why do the words never come when I have a deadline?
I’ll take a break.
Pulling on my coat, I head for the front door. The air is chill with a frosty nip as I emerge, and the sky is dull. But it will be light for a few hours yet. I have just long enough for a bracing walk before it finally gets dark.
The park I long to be in is on the other side of a busy street. A white van driver flashes his headlights at me to cross, even though the traffic has already come to a halt. I sympathize with the drivers tooting their horns all around me…
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