I set the time coordinates for May, the year 2020, ten years from now,
I made the jump but, much to my dismay, to a parallel universe somehow.
Gas was priced low, but streets seemed deserted. Open storefronts were few and far between. Notices in their windows alerted adherence regarding “Covid-19.”
As though for surgery, patrons were masked. I suppose the entire populace, because they took one look, and I was asked to leave unless I wore one. Such a fuss!
None sick, the air seemed breathable to me. … too weird,
I returned immediately.
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