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Tomorrow
Tomorrow
by Charles Sundt 1995

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The entire town was empty. Not a soul as far as the eye could see. But then there were no eyes to see it. Every single building was as if it had been abandoned at once. There was nothing, not even the quiet rustle of the wind. There were no dogs barking, no cars passing, no rats scuttling.

It was like a ghost town. Lifeless. No humans, not even a single animal. The place was impossibly empty. There were no signs of a biological weapon, no bodies, no evidence of a mass flight. Just like the Mary Celeste. Mysteriously abandoned. Bars had half-empty glasses on them, beds were slept in, tables were laid, but there was nothing organic for miles.

For more than miles. The next town was equally soulless. It spread to the entire county. The emptiness went beyond the borders. As if this was another dimension, where life had suddenly ceased to exist. The country was empty. The continent was empty.

The world was empty. The entire planet was lifeless. Strangely still. The wind was not moving, the clouds were not forming or breaking, the seas had no waves. The Earth was motionless, paralysed by some supernatural phenomenon.

No people, no animals, no germs, no movement. A cold, uninviting, scarily empty world.

This was Tomorrow.

Suddenly there was a rustle. A sound, reaching through the stillness. A twig started swaying. The wind had awoken.

Shortly afterwards, the rest of the world followed. It awoke in one quick moment. Before there had been nobody, now suddenly, inexplicably, the world was full again. People that had appeared out of nowhere filled the restaurants, walked down the streets, slept noisily in their beds. The net of sound threw itself across every corner of the globe. The wind rustled, dogs barked, cars roared, rats scuttled. The planet crawled with activity.

Today.

For twenty-four hours this hustle and bustle went on unabated, then something unusual happened. Everybody disappeared. Just as suddenly as they had appeared, they left. And the globe was still again. Empty as a dark night in outer space.

The Earth had lost its short lived vitality. All that everyday hive of activity had become a cold, lifeless planet again. A dead world.

And it was Yesterday.

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