the day began again, like the sky had hit rewind. So the people poured more cereal and took another shower.
Then it kept on happening, the day jumping back to start over, people’s cars going Zwip! in the middle of their commutes.
It was pretty ridiculous. A woman said, “Someone should fix this.” So a team of physicists was summoned, plus a Strong Man arrived.
“Tie this rope to that mountain,” one said.
“Our equations will prove,” said the others.
“Now everyone yell Pull! and I’ll pull the other way.”
“Quark wormhole. Quark wormhole.”
Both of these were great ideas, but neither worked—just some boredom and a couple torn hamstrings, just news vans with cables and cameras and little to report. Except rent beyond the reach of most incomes now. And laws taking voting from the voters now. And heat domes over the Yukon now.
“We oughtta shoot a nuke at the sun,” a man said, “or else troll it on the inter—”
But before he could finish his thought, the day began again.