Humor Fiction posted October 2, 2016


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The last man on earth has a visitor.

The Visitor

by Thomas Bowling

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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door. Dale Dixon immediately thought of Edgar Allen Poe and The Raven.

“Go away, she's not here.”

Suddenly there came a rapping, tapping at his chamber door. Dale went toward the knock, not knowing what to expect. He threw open the door. There with back to him stood someone in a long trench coat. A fedora pulled down.

“But, this is impossible,” cried Dale. “I'm the last man on earth." His visitor turned around and opened her coat.

“That's right, but I'm not a man, in case you hadn't noticed.”

Suddenly Dale's day was looking up. “Please, come in,” Dale offered. “Let me take your coat. Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” Dale hadn't had a visitor for two months, ever since the event, whatever the event was. He was giddy with excitement. “Tell me about yourself. What's your name?”

“Lenore.”

“You're kidding. I was just thinking about you, or someone like you.”

“Honey, believe me, there's no one like me. Tell me about yourself, Dale.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I know lots of stuff. For instance, I know what's on your mind right now. Don't even think about it. The answer is, not if you were the last man on earth.”

“But I am the last man on earth.”

“Sitting around in your house in the middle of the day. You're obviously unemployed. Why don't you go out and get a job?”

“But there's no work. Everybody's gone.”

“There's always something to do. When's the last time you mowed the yard? That grass must be two feet tall. What's that smell in here? I bet you haven't taken the garbage out in a month.”

Dale went to the garage and pulled the lawn mower out. After cutting the grass, he took the garbage to the curb, even though no one would ever pick it up. “I guess she'll have me going to the dump next.”

When he walked back inside, Lenore had her head in the fridge. “Did something die in here? Have you ever cleaned this thing? I'm throwing everything out. You need to go to the store. There's a list for you on the table. Hurry up if you want dinner tonight.”

Dale picked up the car keys and headed for the store. When he got there, he kept going. As he drove out of town, he said, “Nevermore.”


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