Dressed and ready for some coffee, Mark took the elevator to the hotel’s meeting room level on the third floor. He found the coffee station and poured himself a cup.
No one was around, which Mark found strange, given that the first meeting was scheduled to start in ten minutes. He took the elevator to the first floor and saw that not a soul was there. No guests, no one at the checkout counter, no doormen.
He stepped outside and saw that the streets were empty of cars and people. Totally alone, Mark wondered where everyone had gone.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Photo credit: Yvette Prior.