The Last Night on Earth

By Victor A. Davis

(SHORT STORY) This is another one of my stories that is based on a dream I had. Two, actually. In the same night, I recorded two dreams in my journal. One was basically the theater scene, the other the top of the building scene. Although dark and intriguing, neither seemed to have anything to do with the other, so they sat stagnant and ignored for a while. Then when I picked them out again, I had a flash of inspiration, the link uniting the two concepts: A pre-apocalyptic World War Three city.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Victor A. Davis
• Release date: Dec 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311112613

Victor A. Davis

Victor A. Davis has always loved reading and writing short stories. He is an avid hiker and even when away from the world of laptops and wifi, keeps a pocket paperback and a handwritten journal to keep him company on trail. He is the author of one short story collection, Grains of Sand, and is publishing a second book, The Gingerbread Collection, in the spring of 2016.

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Copyright © Aug 2013 by Victor A. Davis

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First Printing, Aug 2013

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The Last Night on Earth

I know there will only be two more wars till all this is over. I ask who wins. He stares into the depths, seeing no lights, only fire and chaos and says I don't know. I can only see the last one.

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A rumble shook us awake. We didn't need alarm clocks anymore. I yawned and stretched, put a soft hand down on the bed beside me - felt emptiness. I know she was here when I went to bed. You know that feeling when you first wake up where your mind is a blank slate? Everything is perfect, timeless, carefree; you are a container waiting to be filled, and the world is peaceful. Then after a moment, your memories well up and fill in the canvas for you. We're at war. My wife slept somewhere else tonight. I wonder if some sociology department somewhere has studied the effect of the new T-RAIL transit system on marital fidelity.

Then again, it doesn't really matter anymore. We're at war. There hasn't been a war on U.S. soil in over two