The Last Museum

 

A Short Story
by
Mark Mallett

 

2088 A.D.... Fifty-five years after The Great Storm.

 

HE drew a deep breath as he stared at the oddly twisted, soot-covered metal roof of The Last Museum, named so because it simply would be. Tightly closing his eyes, a flood of memories ripped open a cavern in his mind that had long been sealed; the first time he’d ever seen nuclear fallout… the ash from the volcanoes… the suffocating air… the black billowing clouds that hung in the sky like dense clusters of grapes, blocking the sun for months on end…Continue reading