Flash Fiction: Alone Upon a Regenerated World

An orderly put them to bed on their 75th anniversary. They awoke barely adults: his body strong, her mind clear of Alzheimer’s.

Alone upon a regenerated world, the bones of civilization lay overrun by primeval green.

Was this purgatory?

Was it Eden?




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