Alone Astronaut

The radiation suit was as heavy as his soul. Every day was the same. He'd eat lizards from the atomized desert ground and browse ashen Penthouse issues.

He yearned for a culture. He only knew demolished buildings and grey sand from destroyed concrete. His cancer remained- or maybe the alienation felt like cancer. He talked to his only friend, a terrier. "Thankyou for being there for me," he said. He took the rifle he lifted and blasted through the radiation suit's plexiglass mask.

Only the dog was left in a ruined world made by a god that was all backwards.