[WP] You are a immortal being who has outlived all of life. One day you are sitting in ruins and hear a voice calling for help.

A story I never posted as I am still not happy with it. For this writing prompt:
[WP] You are a immortal being who has outlived all of life. One day you are sitting in ruins and hear a voice calling for help.


Eons. The human brain wasn't designed to understand what that truly meant, but she had come to understand it.

Years had passed and so did humans. She had tried to save them. Had children of their own. Hadn't lasted. Nothing lasted.

Even her body was giving out. Legs stopped working... well must be about an eon ago. What was an eon again? She just floated, no more gravity to bother her anyway. She didn't even have the willpower to move her arms any more. But she survived. Even blinking seemed like an effort.

The sun dying had been a bother. Thrown through space because nothing could end her it seems. Nevermind. Just float here.

A new sound.

She blinked.

Was it a sound?

She had heard many sounds over the years; Stars being born; Life forming and dying; but this was different. It sounded like... a scream.

Yes that's what it was. Spacetime was screaming as it pulled itself apart. The universe is dying. Still a bit of entropy to go though.

--- © Copyright Mark Langridge