Time to Go

"...s time."

Ron whipped his head around. "Who's there?"

Nothing. No one. His apartment was empty. Completely.

"Shit! Where'd everything go?"

He got up from his chair and noticed the TV he had been watching was gone as well. And then so was the chair.

"It's time." The whisper returned.

"Time? Time for what?" Ron stamped through the apartment, going from room to room. Nothing. All gone. "What the hell's going on here?"

No response.

Dawn came, bringing sunlight that shone through curtainless windows.

A key jangled in the apartment's lock. The new tenant was here.

"It's time to go."