Short Story: The Last Alien Man
By Jack Mint I Being the last surviving male on a planet populated only by women isn’t as great as it sounds. They poke and prod. Now I know what these gals felt like getting pawed by guys. Except there’s no more of them. Only me left. It’s what they say—the women of another planet. At first, it was hazard suits and scientific. “Please extend your right arm.” “Which one?” I said to the head doctor. She stood with several other doctors holding clipboards and an army of nurses. Air flared the nostrils of the head doctor and she said,…