The Final Paragraph From My Recently Completed Novel “Ben Bovak, Street Cleaner”

When the sun rose the next morning, its golden rays of baptism shone down upon the sleepy little city of Shreveport, confirming what Ben had said all along. That any city, despite its size, geographic location or annual tourism could be completely swept clean from dusk till dawn. It was at the corner of 5th and Mason where Ben sat atop his street sweeper with Princess Yajim, surveying his handiwork from the night before. “Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” Ben proclaimed, proudly puffing his chest out so that the Princess would see. “Yes,” she replied, “and you are God’s right-hand man-boy servant.” It was then that the two shared a look. A look of love that had been developing since the two met in Cairo, when Ben had swept clean the streets despite being pursued by the evil Gorgon. But that was in the past now. Back in the present, Ben leaned into Princess Yajim as the rays of sun began to sparkle and shine against the now-clean gutters of Shreveport… “I prefer handy-man servant,” he smiled. “It doesn’t sound so vulgar.” Princess Yajim looked at him and stifled a laugh. “Yes,” she agreed. “It’s not vulgar at all.”