What disaster caused this emptiness? This is the question that sprang into my mind when I saw Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt this week.
The empty tram still ran, sticking rigidly to an irrelevant timetable. At each stop a mechanical voice would tell you where you were and wish you a good day before the doors opened, then closed again. The driver, an automated robot, needed no tea breaks, nor worked any shift pattern, so could continue this journey, back and to, forever. His mind was not programmed to ask where all the people had gone, nor care.