The streets filled with sleek cars and lined with sleek business and shopping pedestrians – gone.
There are trees, bigger and more, and there are roads, different roads but roads nonetheless, and the water is in the same place, diamond-studded under a brilliant sky she could have sworn was cloudy only a few minutes ago.
The high rise building she’d worked in – gone. The bitchy boss from hell she works for – gone. Good.
But her entire base of reality is gone. Bad.
This is a Six Sentence Stories installment. The cue was “base.”