I’ve always had a love for stories that include the ‘last’ of something: a person, a species, a way of life, a culture, a world. I have written one or two myself.
Many times, in these stories, they are not the last after all. They tend to meet up with others and then continue on. But what if they were the last? What if there were no others?
If you had a lifetime to live, all alone, how would you lead it?