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The Last Days


Mason was in love with Steph. Steph was almost in love with Mason. But this is not the story of Mason and Steph. This is the story of Mason and The Man.


The evening was calm. Moths flapped under glowing lamps. Mason walked down the sidewalk. Cars in the street drove slow.

A man walking behind Mason slowly increased his speed until he was up next to him.

"Hey," said Mason.

"Hey," said The Man.

They continued to walk together.

After a little while, Mason began to slow down so that The Man might continue to walk ahead of him, but he just slowed down with him. Then he sped up, hoping to out-walk him. The Man stayed at his side, in perfect step with him, left right left right, down the sidewalk.

"Can I help you?" Mason asked.

"Can I help you?" The Man repeated.

Mason thought for a few seconds and decided to stop walking and just stand for a minute. The Man stopped with him.

Mason turned toward him and asked, "Why are you following me?"

"Why are you following me?" The Man answered.

"Quit this shit and leave me alone."

"Quit this shit and leave me alone."

Mason began walking again. So did The Man.


Mason and The Man walked up the steps to a house with a red door. They each knocked three times on the door, creating a sort of echo effect.

"Why the hell are you here? Just go away," Mason tried again while they were waiting.

"Why the hell are you here? Just go away."

Mason let out a frustrated sigh.

The Man let out a frustrated sigh.

The door creaked open and a young woman's voice said, "What do you want Mason?"

"Can I talk to Steph?"

"Can I talk to Steph?"

"Who's that?"

"Some guy who won't leave me alone."

"She doesn't want to talk to you."

"Please just tell her I need to talk. I've still got some things to say."

"Please just tell her I..."

"Would you shut the fuck up and go away man?"

"...need to talk. I've still got some things to say. Would you shut the fuck up and go away man?"

"Go away Mason. Take your stupid friend with you."

She shut the door. Mason stood and stared at the red door. He turned and walked away.

He was five or six steps down the sidewalk when he noticed The Man was no longer at his side. He turned around and saw him still on Steph's porch, staring at the door. He watched him for a few seconds. The Man seemed frozen.

Mason slowly walked back over to him. He walked up the steps and stood next to him. They watched the red door together. Mason looked at The Man. The Man looked at Mason. They both looked at the door.

They knocked.


Darby Larson has had literature published extensively on the web. He is a Staff Writer at Dicey Brown. Visit his website at

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