𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵
𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦
He came out of the underground bomb shelter and walked through the rubble of a dead world. All around him was a barren wasteland. It had taken three days for the final attack to shear all life from the surface of the planet.
He climbed a steep hill and looked across the ravaged terrain. For the past three weeks he had been in his shelter, hunched over a shortwave radio, trying to contact someone, anyone, still existing on the burnt out cinder that had once been a thriving planet. But no voice gave answer to his own.
The sun beat down through a lifeless sky. The very clouds had been burnt away.
Suddenly, he stopped. He saw movement ahead. It was life. Another person walking through the nightmare. He lifted his hand to his brow to shade his eyes from the sun. In a moment of shock, he realized that he knew her. He wondered if madness was creating an illusion. But no, it was truly her.
He put his hands to the sides of his mouth and called out. She gazed toward the sound, squinted against the sun, then turned and ran in the opposite direction.
He sat down on a stone. He watched her silhouette grow small against the horizon and realized that what she had always said was true.
She wouldn’t marry him even if he was the last man on earth. ✦