Thursday 20 March 2014

Last Man On Earth



The last man on Earth sat in a room.

There was a knock on the door.

It could have been anything.

It could have been a tree falling over in the wind, some noise caused by nature.

It could have been a woman, it being her day to try and get impregnated by him.

It could have been a robot, completing its orders to go round offering life insurance.

It could have been anything, but in this case it was another ghost that the last man on Earth kept seeing from his padded room, here to take him to ‘counselling’…

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