Knock ... Knock

Sitting there ... reading a book ... it is quiet. The only sound in the background is the fan going around and around. A clicking sound every few times around. It is not really annoying, background almost non sound. You hardly notice it. The only reason to mention it is to remind yourself how quiet it is.

Sitting on a very comfortable chair, it would be hard to get up ... if there was reason. Not much reason, the chair is a perfect reading chair, allows your feet to be up, can lean back but not so far that you would fall asleep, although you have been known to doze for an extended period on this particular chair. The book is better than good. You have read this author before and his previous books were hard to put it down. This one is starting out just as good. He writes a real pager turner. Why would you have to get off the chair when right there within a easy reach is a glass of scotch, your favorite. Who could ask for more.

All this is nice except for one small ever so small draw back. You know that you are the last man on Earth. Now this is not like your the last sane man or the last comic standing or the last Democrat or the last Republican or the last Jew. No you are the last man on Earth. You have done the research and its true.

Knock ... knock ... there is a knock at the door.

Can't be ... you are the last man on earth, must be the wind or your imagination.

Knock ... knock.

It was a knock. You heard it. It was a knock. You know what a knock sounds like. You are not so old or long alone that you can not remember what a knock sounds like. It was a knock.

So, you get up ... slow at first and then a little faster ... but with caution. You are certainly nervous being as you are the last man on earth.

Your hand goes to the door handle. Turning the knob, the door is opened ... mmm ... no one is there. Stepping outside ... maybe the knocker walked away just going from house to house knocking ... looking. So, you walk out of the yard ... go through the gate. Looking up and down the road. No one. No sign of life in either direction. Walk to the corner, its only two houses away, down the side streets ... no movement, no knocker. You stand there for a moment ... two moments ... five moments. No one.

You head back for that comfortable chair and the scotch and the book. It was your imagination. Forget it, you are the last man on earth.

Wait, there is a note taped to your door. It was not there before. You didn't leave it there to remind yourself to take out the garbage. Reaching for the note there is nervousness, your throat goes a little dry, your hand shakes ever so as it reaches the note.

Open it fool ... it could be life changing.

You open it and read ... being the last man on Earth.

The note is written clearly, large print, hand written ... you know the hand writing.

REMEMBER TO PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN ... the note reads ... YOU MAY BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH BUT THE TOILET SEAT MUST BE LEFT DOWN WHEN YOUR DONE!