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The flood had subsided, but no one was celebrating.
I stood on the deck alone, a pariah, for no fault of mine. They blamed me for the ending of the human race.
But how was I supposed to know that Noah’s wife would have a heart attack upon seeing a cockroach in her cabin?
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Written as a part of Kat Myrman’s Twitting Tales #150 – 20 August 2019
Note: I know Noah’s family (three sons and their wives according to Wikipedia) were also supposedly there on the Ark, but this was more fun 🙂
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Noahs wife? No she died trying to help repopulate the planet with a 600yr old man with a porn problem. Lol
Ha ha ha
Haha! I love it. There’s a delicious sense of absurdity. Well done! 😂
Haha. That’s a good one. 😄
Thank you so much Shweta
You’re most welcome. 😄
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This is in line with the oft-told belief that the last inhabitants of the earth will be the noble cockroach.