Death of an Atheist
a quick story by Robert Arvay It was over. He could no longer deny it. The entire universe had come to this: desolation. Only one man remained. He stood alone, between life and final extinction. He gazed up at the night sky, for it was now an eternal night. The light of a few dim stars reached him across the void, light that after millions of years only just now found him. The stars that had sent them were long since dead. These last few dim flickers were all that were left, distant memories, and even these fading memories would soon be gone. Final darkness would fill the universe. Why, he asked. Trillions of years had passed. It had all begun with a flash of light, a happenstance event with no reason, no purpose, no goal. Why? Untold billions of men and women had been born, lived and died. They were forgotten now, save for the few that lingered in his failing memory. Soon, he too...