The Car

Harry Brown had woken up from a deep sleep to an empty world.

He switched on his TV and there was no station working.

The radio hissed with static.

He looked out the window and there was no one there.

He opened his front door and could not believe his eyes.

His car was gone.

Determined, Harry walked downtown.  Something terrible had happened to the city.

He flicked open his phone and dialled 911.  "Hello I'd like to report a stolen car."

The phone just beeped.

He walked through the empty streets lined with abandoned cars.

Finally, in the distance, he saw what looked like his car.

A young solitary figure raced from it into the distance.

It was the first person he had seen all day.

Harry raced up to his car, out of breath and then looked into the distance at the person who had run away.

"You son of a bitch, you stole my car!" he said, shaking his fist.