Alternative Ending to “Finis” By Frank L. Pollack

Alice crept closer to the man as the grey light rose upon the watery air.

“Kiss me!” she whispered suddenly, throwing her arms around his neck. He could feel her trembling. “Say you love me; hold me in your arms. There is only an hour.”

“Don’t be afraid. Try to face it bravely,” stammered Eastwood.

“I don’t fear it—not death. But I have never lived. I have always been timid and wretched and afraid—afraid to speak—and I’ve almost wished for suffering and misery or anything rather than to be stupid and dumb and dead, the way I’ve always been.

“I’ve never dared to tell anyone what I was, what I wanted. I’ve been afraid all my life, but I’m not afraid now. I have never lived; I have never been happy; and now we must die together!”

It seemed to Eastwood the cry of the perishing world. He held her in his arms and kissed her wet, tremulous face that was strained to his.

The twilight was gone before they knew it. The sky was blue already, with crimson flakes mounting to the zenith, and the heat was growing once more intense.

“This is the end, Alice,” said Eastwood, and his voice trembled.

She looked at him, her eyes shining with an unearthly softness and brilliancy, and turned her face to the east.

There, in crimson and orange, flamed the last dawn that human eyes would ever see.


A town had prepared for this very moment, moved the whole city down miles, far enough that the new star would not harm them.

A new society is created from the ruins dawning fear that anyone who tries to go to the surface will be destroyed in seconds.

300 years passes, their supplies drop and population rises.

The people from the ruins have never seen the day of light in 3 centuries, so they have no clue as to what is happening on the surface.

A group of activists protest and request they check on the Earth’s surface once more.

However, the majority believe it is still dangerous to go up.

War erupts below the surface and casualties go up every day.

Finally, the ruler of the surface dwellers gave in and allowed a team to go up to the surface to see the current conditions.

Weeks pass by as they prepare a recon team to go up the the surface.

The day comes and the recon group come to the large rusty door, the size of a two story home, that has not been open for 300 years.

It budges open after some hard and determine turns.

A soft white light emerges from the crack and the recon team could not believe what their eyes see…

Green and blue…

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