The Last Man On Earth (standard:science fiction, 247 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Feb 17 2011	Views/Reads: 3393/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Lonliness can be a terrible thing.

The Last Man On Earth 

2080 AD. 

( A freezing Wintry night. A snow covered cabin in the woods.) 

The last man on earth sat at a table with a revolver In his hand. A
kerosene lamp on the table illuminated the room He was planning to end 
it all due to his boredom and loneliness. After a final look around, he 
raised the gun to his head and was about to squeeze the trigger when he 
heard a knocking at his front door Knock ! Knock ! Knock ! Who could it 
be? He wondered. He thought that the last Great War 3 had wiped out all 
life on the Planet but him His mind raced “Could it be another 
survivor?”He thought happily It's been three years since the War. He 
got up quickly, knocking over a bucket in his haste and rushed towards 
the door. The knocking was persistent,urgent. 

Knock ! Knock! Knock! 

He opened the door quickly and looked to left and then to the right Into
the darkness But to his surprise no one was there, Puzzled he wondered 
If his imagination was playing tricks on him Then, looking down, he saw 
a huge brown Beetle trying to get in out of the cold. He scooped it up 
and burst out into laughter.All thoughts of suicide vanishing from his 
mind. 

Later,happily,he painted the Beetle red ,named it “Red” And the Beetle
became his constant companion forever after. 

Copyright © Michael Lance Kersting 2011. 


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