Short Story: "The Last Candle"
(A short dystopian fiction piece.)
Lena struck the match with shaking fingers, the small flame flickering against the darkness that swallowed the ruined city. One candle left—her final source of light.
The world outside had long turned silent. The streets were ghosts of their former selves, littered with rusted cars and shattered glass. No voices, no signs of life, just the hollow wind whispering through broken windows.
She had survived for months, moving through the ruins like a shadow. But now, as the candle burned low, she wondered if the darkness would finally win.
A sound echoed in the distance—footsteps. Not hers.
Lena held her breath. The flame wavered, its tiny light reflecting in the glassy eyes of the thing that had found her.
And then, the candle went out.