Sunday, September 2, 2012

why me

The last man on earth gassed up his once-white Rover and shifted her into gear. The bare earth gave undisputed evidence of the final disaster. The atmosphere was stifling with heat and dust. He knew there would never again be a refreshing breeze or a clear sunny day. He didn't want to live here, yet he was aware that there was no place better. He stopped at Connor's Corner Pharmacy and entered. The smooth linoleum clicked under his heels as he passed the digital sign claiming that 'number nine' was still being served. Heading straight for the controlled medications, he grabbed bottles of sedatives and opiates, took them out to his vehicle, and downed handfuls of each with some warm soda. His last thoughts were of a day at the beach.

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