An ordinary US town is propelled in to the distant future when a super-atomic bomb is detonated over it.
An entertaining notion. But even making allowances for when it was written, there was a bit too much sloppy science in this story for my liking.
For example, the author's poor grasp of chronology. For an Earth with a red sun we're talking billions, not millions of years. SF writers should do a bit of high school homework if they don't want people like me picking holes.
Nevertheless, I found the first half of the story reasonably entertaining. However, about 2/3rds of the way through it became clear where the plot was going and it wasn't sufficiently well-written to hold my interest beyond that point. Faced with a predictable outcome, wooden characters, and the irritating small town mindset I skimmed the last 40 pages.
The book wasn't a total disaster, but I wouldn't read it twice.
Why do people in the future always seem to live under domes??