This story was another one that started life as an exercise in free-writing (writing whatever came to mind, with no plan). For ages, I wasn’t sure where it was going, and it was only when I returned to it recently that I added the last few lines, then the first few—and the story made some kind of sense.
At least, I think it does.
Decide for yourself. Bugs is free to read here.
As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. Just add a comment after the story.