I’m not certain how to spell it, but it’s certainly unmistakeable.
It can come from underfoot, occasionally from under elbow, but always from out of nowhere.
For a moment, all oxygen has left the room.
1,000 images pass through the mind’s eye, all at once, displaying every possible scenario. Followed by every possible rationalization.
“Couldn’t have been an old one…wouldn’t have sounded so bright.”
Wishing won’t make it so. You’ve just broken a pencil.