Nothing seemed strange at first that morning in tucker, Ohio. Charlie
was already half awake when the alarm jangled its cacophonous greeting. He
didn't even notice the power was out 'til he opened the mercantile which he
had operated for the last 12 years.
Where was the bread truck? It should have been here by now. But when
Charlie lifted the receiver to call, he discovered the phone was dead too.
Turning on the battery radio to see if there was any news of what was going
on he could find nothing but a clicking sound anywhere on the dial.
People started coming in. The store was the unofficial meeting place in
town. Everyone had the same questions but none had the same answer. Some
hadn't even noticed anything. Tucker was a quiet town and most everyone
liked it that way. Politics, foreign wars, newest fads didn't interest
them. As long as Tucker was peaceful, not much in the rest of the world
bothered them.
That afternoon, Charlie was elected to drive down the road to Hebron to
find out what had happened. It was 20 miles to I-70 but Charlie was sure he
had only gone 18 when the road ended.
He came back to tell them and they thought he meant the road was broke
up or something, but, no, he told them.
Everything ended.
Well, no one could quite fathom that so they all went out and sure
enough everything ended. First there was ground and plants and a road and
then there was nothing. It was clear, not dark, but there was nothing to
see through the clearness.
There wasn't anything to bother Tucker now
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