Michael A. Day 7 - 12,603

Felix paused, puzzled, and pulled the door open; it swung out.

He barely had time to register what was happening. As he pulled the door open, he saw a long, stiff cord trailing from the inner doorknob to the top of a huge gilt mirror sitting on an easel in the middle of the room beyond. It was too late to stop what was happening--as the door swung open the cord yanked the mirror forward, toppling it from its perch on the easel. The mirror pitched forward in slow motion and seemed to hang in the air for a moment before plunging abruptly to the plank word floor and exploding into a thousand shards, projecting tiny glass missiles into the air around it--slivers of glass shot across the floor and bounced off of Felix and Alexa's shoes.

Silence crashed in around Felix in the wake of the shattering of the mirror. Seven years of bad luck. Seven years. Realizing he was holding his breath, he exhaled and stared blankly at the shards, which were everywhere. It must have been the biggest mirror Felix had ever seen. Or the one with the most glass, anyway. He couldn't believe how much there was.

"No one is ever going to be able to walk barefoot up here again," Alexa remarked.