Semi-Daily Scribbles

Previously…

"Memories are sneak thieves. Pity the spirit that believes a single one of them."

Darla remembered a withered face with kind eyes that spoke those words to her when she was in a bad way. Not so much a down-on-her-luck way, but more in an oblivion-has-come-to-pay-a-visit type of situation. Most occurrences older than a few weeks, in Darla Varney's experience, were sketchy recollections that may not have happened at all. Maybe they did happen, but not to her. Perhaps she'd just been swept up in the excitement of a stranger's dream. Darla knew stories could be tried on for size and didn't have to belong to her or anybody. But back to the point: Darla wasn't very good at holding on to people/places/things she encountered in the past. There were, however, three exceptions:

1. The Prairie View Drive-In — Home of the Biggest Swap Meet in the Quad County Region.
2. Morton Abernathy
3. That withered face with kind eyes, a woman's as far as Darla could figure, who was more than likely Death (even though the old lady didn't come right out and say so.)

Such were the stars in Darla's vast midnight sky by which she navigated. She was lost without them. Darla was lost even with the three exceptions in her life, but at least she was part of a larger community outside of her head.