The Last Two People On Earth, With Only A Box Of Fireworks Each To Find Each Other
A shorty-short story about a ridiculous scenario and a tribute to the heartless man who's wishing it into existence bill after bill. Happy 4th, everyone. === The Last Two People On Earth, With Only A Box Of Fireworks Each To Find Each Other === I spent the precious days after I emerged from the dust forging straight ahead across the wastes of the world, marching until the night hours when my artificial stars would shine the brightest. With each passing rotation of the smog-ridden suggestion of the sun I'd rest more. There was nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to see during the day. Usually, walking with my eyes shut was more interesting, and at the very least, less of a reminder of my absurd circumstance. Nightfall brought with it fits of laughter and tears endlessly pure against the desolation, nearly as pure as the hues of the man-made constellations I'd launch with rabid excitement. The dust in the atmosphere built a stage uninhibited by the stars or the moon, c...