Ever wanted the whole world to yourself? Well, I have it now. What’s left of it. Barren wastelands, mined craters. Seas of tree stumps logged decades ago. The ocean, clogged so thick with trash that I can stand on top of it. Vast metropolises of skeleton steel, where only ghosts live.
Some days I try to live. Some days I try to die. Some days I make art. Some days I wage war. One day I explored, and I found him. Almost dead, curled in an alley. Fur: long, matted. Hungry, injured, lonely. I saved his life; he saved my sanity.
Loved this story.
Was that a man or dog you found?
Completely after my own heart. Very well written and a terrible warning.
Nicely done.
Very well written.
Such poweful words.
Fantastic! This is what flash fiction is all about. Thanks for the inspiration, Ella!
I enjoyed reading this.
Great use of words – moving and thought-provoking. Thank you for the story.
I’m curious…did he/she find a rabbit or a dog or a mouse or a man?