Michael Tessa
Bio
Appalachian American. I have crawled to the depths of hell covered in coal like my father and grandfather. I fought covid as an EMT. I have loved and lost. I was the Hero & VIllian at times. Friend to all. Sit and let me tell you a story.
Stories (1/0)
The Last Man
A candle flickered giving off a dim almost melancholy light. The quarters of the decrepit lighthouse weren't very well lit. They were furnished about as well as they were lit. Cans of nonperishables and crates of water stood in unsteady stacks. On a cot near the small table that held the candle sat a man. His hair and clothes were unkempt, his face was bearded. He stared at the flame of the candle, watching it dance in the darkness. The wind outside howled like a maddened beast. He paid no attention to the wind or the cold.
By Michael Tessa3 years ago in Horror
