Life is quiet for the last man on Earth.
Other people have only irritated me since Jeannie passed and I paid extra to leave them out of my Virtual. I wanted all of the trappings of civilization, without any arseholes. My Virtual includes my home and my street, duplicated exactly, but without people. I can smoke, drink, swear, and even walk around naked on my front lawn. There’s not a soul around to bother me.
I was enjoying catching up on my reading and studying mechanical engineering. I thought I might even build a windmill someday.
That is, until this morning. When I glanced across the street, at the blue house where Jones used to live.
The red flag on the mailbox is up.
124 words. Inspired by this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt:
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