The streets bustled with the masses of humanity common to any large-ish city. A steady stream of working class folks trudged up the steps to the elevated train while the shops were awash with those completing one errand or another.
Thomas watched the chaotic hubbub with a strangely satisfied grin.
His expression changed to anger as, one by one, the people dissolved into wisps of thick smoke borne away upon the breeze. His head hurt too much to imagine them all back into existence today and so he was, once again, alone in the silent, post-apocalyptic husk of the city.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare (With A Twist) flash fiction challenge.