The nuclear war had killed everyone else on the planet twenty years before. He had travelled and searched since then but with no success. Why was he the one to be spared? Was it a blessing or a curse?
Adam was the last human alive. He was alone, no one to talk to, no one to help him – and he needed help to get through each long, lonely day – no one to share the new glorious flame-red sunsets, no one to walk along the beach with, no one to laugh with, no one to love and to love him, no children – ever again; he was alone.
Human life had briefly flared into existence before it’s stupidity snuffed it out, and all in one brief tick of the Earth’s geological clock. He was completely, utterly and absolutely alone, the only human in the cold, dark, unknowing, uncaring universe. He walked into the house, out of the twilight for yet another evening alone.
As he closed the door behind him, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Richard Kefford joined the Royal Navy from school, following this with an engineering career. He studied geology and creative writing with the Open University from 2008 until he graduated with a BSc in July 2014.
Richard lives in Somerset, where he enjoys writing, wood turning, hill walking and practical geology.
He was recently among the ten prize winners of a writing competition called ‘Shine’ with Pan Macmillan. His winning entry is at:-
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