"Intermittently punctual at best," her teachers had said.
She's running towards the church.
"Well, maybe you'll be on time tomorrow," her ex used to say, endearingly hopeful if nothing else.
Boots crunch solidly on gravel as she approaches a somber crowd. She's in time to see them lower the casket.
Satisfied, she flickers and fades.
Sunday, August 31, 2008