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Last Man Standing (Fiction)
The man stood on the pavement, noticing the trembling through his steel toe work boots. At first is was just a little rumble. Then a crack in the sidewalk. This didn’t come out of nowhere, his phone told him to seek cover over 15 minutes ago, but he’s such a workaholic he kept doing his job. Jackin’ that Hammer. Thinking this was just another false alarm.
Ballistic bomb threats have been pouring in over the last 3 weeks, ever since Ukraine blew up Moscow with an American made bomb.
As the crumbling sidewalk thundered down 42nd street, he thought of his ex wife, his child who he hasn’t seen in 2 years and of course his cat, Max. Named after Mad Max of course.
First came the trembling, then the cracked sidewalk. scorched earth all around. In bound, out bound and all around. His boots slowly melting away as his skin burned from toes to nose. Quickly, Melting away his skin, leaving globs of a wax like substance. Before, completely decomposing, he wondered, Did I remember to feed the cat?
-Scott Mackenzie 9/11/22-