No, it doesn’t mean I won the contest, but at least I’m a contender. The prompt is:
Two people who thought they were the last people left on Earth end up meeting by chance.
As of this writing, there are 64 entries, so my chances of winning aren’t all that great. Still, I guess I’ve got a shot.
Here’s how it begins:
Then one morning, Crystal woke up to no noises at all. She’d gotten used to not hearing downtown commuters every day out the window of her apartment that faced Front Street a block over, but there were always a few cars and trucks. That particular morning, there was nothing.
She tossed the covers on the floor and stretched, her feet just touching the wall. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she peeked out of the window, blinking at the strong sunlight. The wind was blowing a few papers across the vacant lot behind her converted apartment. Otherwise, she might have been looking at a ghost town.
Oh, just for giggles, I put my protagonist in my son’s apartment building in Boise, Idaho.
You can read the entire story HERE, and if you’re so inclined, please vote for me.