Why I Moan

“Why does my lover want me to meet him here…in the lavatory? Does he want to talk about the baby we’re having?” wondered Myrtle as she sat down in the second stall.

Suddenly, she heard something. What is that grinding? What is that strange, voice-like noise? Was someone already in here? Is it Tom? Another girl? Had she missed them when she came in?

Myrtle pulled up her knickers and lowered her skirt so she could investigate. As she pushed open the door, she saw two huge, yellow eyes.

“Who are you?” she started to yell. Then she died.