Re: Wandering: Evelyn & Sparrow
She might not remember things, but the ringleted blonde was sure of her own existence. The gaping ache of nothingness, that was real. And the loss she felt, and all without understanding why, that was real. She was sure she wouldn't imagine herself into this life, because no one would do that, and so it was real. The people she met, they were real too, and she smiled at the woman behind the wheel. "Where did you travel?" She would offer her own places, places she might have gone, and places she did go. Recent things remembered, and she would embellish. She could fill silences, the blonde, as well as she could listen.
"We can have lunch sometime, if you like." She bit her lip, tipped her head, and she considered. "I sell sex. That's what I do at the carnival. I dance the hooch, after the main tent show, so you might not want to be seen with me. It's a really small town, and you're a teacher." She knew all about bias, even in a tiny place like this. The carnies, they were all regarded as oddities, cross the road and don't talk to them, but the hooch was even worse, and it didn't have the blessing of that place outside town with the trailers and drawn-closed windows.