The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, February 22nd. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, March 3rd, 2017.
The emptiness slashed against the sharp edges of his soul, leaving him raw and bleeding inside. The rows of abandoned parking spaces ran endlessly on, he imagined, to the end of the world. Where had they gone, those mothers and sisters and daughters who once flocked to this empty expanse of asphalt and the abandoned mall beyond?
“Gone,” he said aloud to nobody. “Gone.” As if repeating the word made it not so. Not so lonely; not so abandoned; not so empty. How was it they all disappeared yet the parking lot remained, flat and even and new?
He’d seen nobody since emerging from the shelter. No living being. No bodies. Nothing but empty expanses and abandoned buildings.
Was he the last man on earth? Was this a dream? It felt too real to be a dream. Too empty to be a dream.
He moved towards the abandoned mall. Stealing hurt, but he needed to survive. Was it theft if nobody else was alive? Scavenging, maybe? Maybe not.
Approaching the doors, he saw the hint of a shadow move behind the glass, just a glimpse of motion. Something seen out the corner of one’s eye.
Afraid, he began to run.