The End

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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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272 characters.

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 🙂

 

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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8 Responses to The End

  1. kiabooks says:

    Noahs wife? No she died trying to help repopulate the planet with a 600yr old man with a porn problem. Lol

  2. Kat Myrman says:

    Haha! I love it. There’s a delicious sense of absurdity. Well done! 😂

  3. Haha. That’s a good one. 😄

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  5. ron877 says:

    This is in line with the oft-told belief that the last inhabitants of the earth will be the noble cockroach.

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