There is one human left... and you knock on their door.
I went up to the old rickety door and knocked . I jumped back as the door was opened by an elderly woman. I know of humans , but never have I met one. They died out after the cloning started. This human was old. Wrinkles were everywhere. I stood shyly on the porch as I waved to her. She asked why I was here and I told her. I wanted to hear the stories of the last human alive and she smiled a warm welcoming smile and sat down on her rocking chair on the porch and regaled me with stories of her youth. I left with a sadden heart knowing after she dies there will be no more humans to tell the stories. I will remember the stories though and will pass them on to others.
YOU ARE READING
The Writing Prompt Challenge
RandomWrite a short story a day for however long you want I will start with 101 days. I challenge you if you find a prompt you particularly like to write a short story and share it with me or do the Writing prompt challenge as well! Tell your friends and...
