Fifteen Minutes

 

He turned the corner, then stopped.

Confused, he looked up at the street signs to verify that this was his street, his block, where his house was.

There was a neat row of houses on either side of the street, but he didn’t recognize any of them.

He walked up and down the block, slowly, trying to find something familiar, but all the houses and their neat yards and cars in the driveways were strange. Completely normal, but strange to him. He’d never seen any of it.

“What the fuck” he whispered to himself. He’d only been gone fifteen minutes.