Anita sobbed as she passed by her daughter’s closed casket.
Clarissa was only 23 and was close to finishing her degree in International
Relations.
Close to a hundred relatives and friends came to pay their
last respects; at least, those who were not in the car accident.
“They wanted to go to Sibu. I told her not to. The rain has not
been subsided for the past few days” said Anita as she was comforted by Father
Norton. No matter what people said in St Joseph’s Cathedral that day, Clarissa
won’t return.
//
The whole room was decked in white. Even the table and
chairs had a white finish. Not a single speck of dust was to be found.
Clarissa was perplexed. Anyone would be, after seeing
visions of their own funeral. She started wondering to herself, where was she?
How did she get there? Her last memory was in a car crash with her friends.
Her train of thought was disrupted as a man in white entered
the room. He carefully placed an hourglass on the table and sat across
Clarissa.
“Where am I?” she said in a weak voice.
“Well, Claire. You are pretty up high towards upper management and I am your guardian
angel. Or at least, that's what some people call me. Other people call me the tooth fairy, the Captain or the Architect. But my favourite just has to be Steve. So call me Steve.”
“This is not funny.”
“However, you are in a unique position. Upper management sees some talent in you but it seems like you still don't understand some errors. Don't worry, this is all just procedural. I am going to set you back through time so you can understand what you missed.”
He takes the hourglass and turns it around. “So good luc~”
“Wait!” screams Clarissa as she stretches her arm. Before
she could reach Steve's fingers, he slams the hourglass onto the table.