The Last Apocalypse

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say ice. Some say all of the above.

The Last Apocalypse

In “Z-Sky Journal” (2018)

science-fiction (short story)


“There’s Ted,” my wife said. “Don’t stop.”

It was too late, of course. I had slowed to make the turn into our driveway and Ted was already clumping toward us, his face brick-red above the collar of his lime-green polo shirt, sandaled feet trampling the dry grass of his lawn.

“Heard the latest?” he said. “Robots!”

“Like the ones that trashed New York?” I said, forgetting that you should never give Ted the slightest opening.

He shook his head. “No, sir. Not giant robots this time. Regular-sized robots. Made of some kind of shiny metal. A whole army of them.” He glanced over his shoulder as if he expected to see them marching down Middlewood Street, gleaming steel feet crashing in rhythm on the cracked asphalt.