One morning I awoke and looked out of the window. I did not see any cars in the streets. I went into my mother’s room and nobody was there. My sisters were gone. I got on my bike and pedalled downtown. The streets were bare and nobody was there. I thought I was the last boy on earth, and on my birthday, too. I went to an old house where I play. I opened the door and everybody in the whole neighborhood said, “Surprise!” I was so scared I had a heart attack.
Originally published in The Paper, May 1975.
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