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Eyes Like Emeralds

Eyes Like Emeralds



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Published by Connor Ludovissy
The last man on earth plays host to a pair of unexpected guests.
The last man on earth plays host to a pair of unexpected guests.

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Published by: Connor Ludovissy on Jul 13, 2011


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 Eyes Like Emeralds
Harry looked out over the ocean for the thousandth time.How long had it been since the world ended? How long since that fateful daywhen everyone was consumed by flame? Everyone else, anyway. He sat on thebeach, letting the waves wash over him. Inch by inch he sunk into the sand, as if the Earth was trying to swallow up the one that got away.
“You’re not getting me,” he muttered, rising to his feet and brushing off hiskhakis. That’s what he
had worn every day now for a long, long time
khaki pants,plus a short-sleeved dress shirt. As a young lawyer in San Francisco, he had always
enjoyed dressing up. Of course, with everyone else gone, there wasn’t much of a
point to it
but he did it anyway. It gave him a sense of familiarity in theunfamiliar world he inhabited.Charlotte, his wife, tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.
“Honey,where are you going? You always spend your morning on the beach,” she said.
Harry smiled weakly and ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair. She was thevery picture of beauty and innocence.
“I have something to do,” he said. He looked into her sparkling green eyes. Heused to get lost in those eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long.” He walked up the
porch steps to the back door and turned to look at the ocean one last time. Now,Charlotte and the boys were swimming. An instant later, she was teaching them to
ride their bikes on the sand. Harry blinked and they were gone. He closed his eyestight and fought back the tears.He had rehearsed it countless times. It was practically impossible to screw up. Hesat on the couch in the living room, staring out the front window and holding theWalther PPK to his chin. All he had to do was pull the trigger, and it would all be
over. Simple as that. That’s all he had to do. It was simple, really – 
the only thinghe had to
was squeeze the trigger, and-Harry bit his lip and pulled the trigger.
.Sweat poured down the back of his neck, drenching his white shirt. Of course.
He had forgotten to load it. Again. “Oh well,” he said. “There’s always tomorrow.”
Harry sighed and sat the pistol on the coffee table. He got up and fetched a bagelfrom the cupboard. He ate the bagel dry and then poured a glass of water. Harrythen heard a sound that made him gasp. He dropped the glass, sending shards andwater all over the floor.He had heard the doorbell.

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