old prose! almost 15 years ago?
Lucius John was moving into his new apartment. His third since he got Lucius the squirrel. Lucius had been a gift from his ex-girlfriend, a break-up present if you will. It was all brown save for a "racing" white stripe that ran from the tip of his nose all the way to the tip of his short little tail. John figured he had a short tail due to an accident or something similar, it ended abruptly, as if his maker had ran out of bushy strands. He never asked Patty where she got the squirrel, he was more concerned about her leaving him than the squirrel, and always wondered if she had always carried it in her car, waiting for that moment. He could have let the squirrel go, put in a park or a sewer, and save himself a lot of trouble but something did not let him. John kept Lucius through the loss of friends and lovers and, after being thrown out of two apartments buildings, he had finally found an adequate one. It was a loft, with high ceilings and plenty of space for Lucius. "