Flash Fic Monday – The Last One Alive
The Last One Alive The gravel path was well-packed and surprisingly neat as it cut through the scrubby grass covered in ash and sparkling with frost. He’d discovered the path a few days before. The cat had arrived then too and had stubbornly fallen into step beside him despite his best attempts to scare it away. Lincoln had screamed at it, even kicked at it with his boot, but it had only slowly blinked at him with all-knowing yellow eyes and he gave up. Truth be told, he w
