 Mamie Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash was humming something. It was a song. It was a sad song, probably. Maybe bittersweet. And complicated too. The difficulty of getting the notes right really helped her not think.
Because thinking sucked. All she'd think about was her impending doom. And more importantly, how she wouldn't be remembered, or if she was, everyone would be sad. do do do do. Ash needed another distraction. She had been humming the same 10 songs over and over again. For like, over an hour. Not good. do do do do. mmmm mmm mmm. She did a handstand and kept humming. oh yeah, that was way better. Harder to think straight when you're upside down, apparently. Ash paced the corridor, on her hands. Back and forth. Back and forth. Hopefully nobody was coming. That would be a weird conversation. She reckoned she'd just say it was for fun. |