I have, still mostly in my head, a storyline expounding on “We Are Amazing,” except with different names and a much better understanding of who exactly the “We” are. I’m a sucker for stories about lonely people, so it’s my self-declared challenge to give in and 1.) write about a boy essentially orphaned by the divorce of his parents, but 2.) from the perspective of his idiotically happy dog. I typed up some of their story in Microsoft Word one night and, though I liked what I wrote, I knew immediately that the short string of scenes were useless to me; at least for the longer story. Instead of privately purging them from my system, here’s a public and mostly context-less piece of something that will be fleshed out quite differently on the same bat-channel, some other bat-time.
Fair warning: my intention wasn’t to feel out their characters or any similarly useful purpose. I wrote this to make myself sad.