Infinity Smashed: Carrying the Dead

This story won the latest Free Money poll!  It's an orphan from Spookathon, where Megan requested something involving a "mediator between the living and the dead;" it also covers my 'Life' prompt for the Stuff100 and 'moving' for Hurt/Comfort Bingo.

This story is an Infinity Smashed story, but doesn't require any context, though if you liked it, you might also like Third Language.

Carrying the Dead



Everyone had their own ways of dealing with change.  Thomas had always found it best to go on as normally as possible.  It worked when football season was over, it worked when Dad’s back blew, and it worked when you got dumped in another world with no mammals.  He still did his morning workouts, even found a calisthenics group to join. (Most of them were old creakers who stretched muscles that he didn’t even have, but they found his high energy endearing and made up replacement exercises so he wouldn’t have to just stand there while they worked tentacle groups.) He worked in the afternoons and evening.  And every night before he went to bed, he put another notch on his calendar stick, so he knew what day it really was.

Then it was Dia de los Muertos, and Thomas didn’t know what to do.

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