By Sivan Pillai
People stared blankly when I introduced myself as Rip Van Winkle. Perhaps it was my waistcoat and knee-length breeches, which no one else wore. A hotelier shooed me away before I could sign the register. That had never happened before, nor had the arrival of police to discourage my presence. As it got dark, I lay on a roadside bench and closed my eyes, ignoring the chill, the wind, and the rattling noises nearby. When hunger woke me up, I discovered a packet containing warm food and a bottle of drinking water at my feet.
“Humanity is not dead,” I admitted.
Beautiful ending
it was a nice story. very enjoyable.
A clever, effective, and thought-provoking story. Nicely done!
Very touching. Thank you.
What a nice story. Liked it very much!