Short Story: Last Person on Earth


Looking around at the rubble of civilization, I felt her eyes land on me.

“This can’t be the end,” she said.

“It’s not,” I answered gesturing towards myself. “We still have each other.”

“This is the end,” she muttered to herself, the conversation already excluding me.

Her hands were busy sorting through the rubble. My shadow stretched over as I drew near.

“Move you’re blocking my light.”

Stepping to the side and trying to peer over her shoulder I asked her, “What are you looking for?”

“A gun, knife, poison, anything,” she said exasperated.

“What for?”

“I’m  a woman of my word. I told you I wouldn’t go out with you if you were  the only other person on earth. I’m going to end your hope that you and I  will ever happen.”


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