Saturday, February 2, 2008

Last

by Jackson Ferrell


It wouldn’t tell me why it spared me. There I was, watching from the space station as fire ravaged the earth beneath me, and it wouldn’t tell me why. Everyone I knew was dying, and it wouldn’t tell me why.

I think when I slapped it, I was trying to get it to kill me.

2 comments:

Rob said...

"I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream"esque. Excellent.

S. said...

Wow.

Beautiful and poignant.