The End
He was not more than ninety years… sat by the deserted street, waiting. Not a single paw scratched, nor did any fellow meander by. He kept wondering as time passed by, a lousy breeze over and through an elder kept waiting for a youth of which there was no trace. Abruptly his face gleamed like never before, as the little boy on his cycle emerged over the hazy horizon. The boy stopped, looked up, and smiled. “5 rupees!”. The old man gave the coins, and the boy dismounted from the saddle. “Good morning, have a nice day!” The boy re-mounted the saddle and paddled away, the old man waved his hand and smiled. Looking down at the banner on the front page the old man read, flashed in big black letters, ‘World Welcomes Apocalypse’, and in the next line, ‘Hereafter’.