“I didn’t know jack, but I did know that even after the people you love are torn from you, time keeps beating away at the black metronome that’s called life. It doesn’t care that you’ve cracked wide open, that you’re screaming for everyone to just stop. It doesn’t hear you. You are nothing. People still go to dinner, planes take off and land, lions roar, violins play. And you are left in your corner, hanging on to memories, nothing more than a speck of dust on the metronome’s base.” —from the jo...urnal of Violet St. Lyons THE PLANE TWISTS in the sky, spinning like a ballerina. We fall and crash into the ocean. I scream as my neck snaps forward. Water fills up the gaping hole on the side of the craft. My mother looks at me with sightless eyes. My father is gone from his seat. Fear claws at me as I unclick and fight my way out of the hole. I turn and watch the plane sink until it’s nothing but a white speck being swallowed by the sea. My heart slams against my chest.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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