The day began to glow, particularly the rays of focused light in front of him. The immediate space around him gathered into a deepness and shivered as he stepped forward.
Wait, something wasn't right.
"Did the sun just move?" he asked himself, stumbling a bit.
A rush of dizziness swept over him. Perhaps he should have had his head checked before leaving the accident after all.
Looking more closely at his surroundings, Jack noticed changes.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky. A man who was just standing over by the post office was now gone. Didn't he see a dog walker stroll across the street seconds ago? Now, they were nowhere to be found. Where'd that delivery truck come from?
Long cast shadows of objects that surrounded him had disappeared.
The clock over the bank on the corner now read noon.
The streets which had been cold and damp from an early morning rain were bone dry and warm. He checked his watch. It read April 7.
But that was two weeks ago.
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