Of Breakable Things

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When your hourglass trickles sand three times faster than a normal life, you don’t have time to dwell.

No matter how often Alex Ash reminded herself of this, she continued to dwell. A lot. Especially about death. Maybe that was why she took it so well.

She figured that she’d be able to hover over her casket listening to the harmony of sobs echoing off the walls of a church before she moved on to … well, wherever she was supposed to go. This, however, was certainly the last place Alex had expected to be once her life ended.

Familiarity saturated the cinderblock walls splashed with tones of citrus yellow and apple green. Invitingly squishy bean bag chairs sat like distorted gumdrops. Bookcases overflowed with picture books and preteen novels under motivational posters of stranded kittens and toothless children. Utterly confused, she spun in her plastic seat to face the front of the room. A shock of recognition struck her to find her third grade teacher sitting at the desk. The corners of Miss Petra’s soulful brown eyes turned down sadly, but she tried to smile.

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