“Brian wake up!” A voice says.
“They’re all gone.” Brian says waking up.
“Who? Brian, who’s all gone?” The voice replies.
“The Indians, the Africans, the Cowboys, and even the people seeking refuge.”
Brian gets up and notices that he’s in a theater with a pen and a pad.
“Am I dead? I guess we all die in the end, right?” He says.
The screen fades to black. The American Moon and the American stars come out.
“Not in the theater Brian. Everyone here lives forever on the big screen. This is heaven on earth. The place where anything goes and you write whatever ending you like.” The voice says fading away.
Brian looks back at all of his sad moments in life.
“I’m going to write a happy beginning where nothing ever dies and there is no end.”
The American Moon.
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