The Chrome-Plated Megaphone of Destiny

There was a gap between hopeful dawn's rising and a night that drew heavy black curtains over the earth, so the day stretched to fill it. A man caught halfway between birth and death with an old-fashioned radio and drawers of neatly pressed clothes found himself marooned in this day as it slipped across the globe. He was not worried. He had been stranded in days before.

As the minute hand chased the hour hand he settled in and made himself comfortable. All he could do, he mused, was to sit it out. She'd be here eventually, to brighten his southern sky. It was all just a matter of time.