They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. Scotch was best drunk off the rocks anyway.
I poured myself a hefty tumbler and raised my glass to the pair of empty shoes in the kitchen. “Thank you, whoever you are, for the Earth. Wherever you are right now, my friend, rest assured we’re doing just fine down here.”
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It’s finally happened…I’ve turned 100,000 (in binary)! Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below. Photo prompt is copyright Sarah Potter.
glossarch 
Did people end up leaving the Earth and the person left behind someone who is resigned to their fate? The world may never know. Well done!
So someone has left him, or the current residents, the earth — and he’s gotten the liquor cabinet in the deal? I wonder —and maybe he does too — what sort of person filled those shoes before.
When only a few are left, I can see this happening… I think I would do without the ice too.
For your next binary celebration (1000000)
When you get older loosing my hair
many years from now now
Still some time to go..
Will you still be sending me a Valentine? Great story!
Sort of a “back to the future” feel here. Nice.