The End

I have written the above two words in a manuscript.

I have titled the story: Build Me a Gazebo.

The story includes a bit of suspense; a collection of romantic interludes; an imagination’s fill of erotica and a twist by Satan.

“They” do not live happily ever after.

Now, to rewrite it...this time writing it well.

EIJ

Bug Tails - "Squeak"

Squeak-squeak
Squeak-squeak

What?...2:19 A.M...not the alarm yet....

Mmmmm...bed feels good...comfortable...

Should pee...wait awhile...

Squeak-squeak

So tired...sleep...

Squeak-squeak
Squeak-squeak

Fucking neighbor...first time here since Fall...

Squeak

Fixing something...well-house maybe...pump froze maybe...

Shit...better pee...2:43...too early...

Squeak-squeak

Old Libby snoring...too long a walk today maybe...

Where’s Bug?

Really had to go...good piss always feels good...don’t wash hands...will wake up

Tired...need more sleep...

Libby... dead to the world...doesn’t know I’m up...

Where’s Bug?...leave him outside?...No, in my face about midnight.

Mmm...quiet now...neighbor finished...

Jesus...bed feels good.

Squeak-squeak
Squeak-squeak-squeak

WHAM!! SQUEAK!! Plop-plop

What the fuck! What just bounced off the closet door?!

“Bug! You little asshole! Now leave that fucking thing on the floor!!”

Ah, there’s Bug! Over on Barbara’s side of the bed. Sounded like she just killed his toy raccoon!
Wasn’t the neighbor...Bug.