My Dear Friend Destiny – Friday Fiction
Destiny Fairchild was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m well aware of a tendency to repeat myself, but the truth about Destiny is a fact that bears repeating. She was the one who saw me through that last year, when things got bad. I’d mention something about my back hurting like the devil and without me even asking, she’d start rubbing those little hands of hers up and down my spine. Most folks would have chalked it up to old age and told me to take an aspirin, but Destiny was a person who believed aches and pains could come from loose worries floating around your head. “Now, close your eyes and relax,” she’d say; then she’d get to talking about how we’d go one place or another just as soon as I felt better. Before you could peel a banana I’d be ready to go shopping! How could you not appreciate a person like that?
That was the year I rounded the corner on eighty-eight, and was feeling it. It got so that I’d turn on television and watch the Today Show just to see Willard Scott put on pictures of folks who were one hundred years old. He always told how spry they were and it was a real encouragement. Let me tell you, when a person gets to be one hundred, they deserve to be on television. Destiny used to say when I turned one hundred we were going to Norfolk Beach and swim naked. She claimed she was going to take a picture of me swimming naked and that’s the one she was sending to Willard Scott. “He wants spry?” she’d say, “We’ll give him spry!” That was her way; she’d start up about some little thing, maybe even something you didn’t think was all that funny, but once she got to laughing and carrying on, you jumped on the bandwagon. That day she said we’d go over to the Atlantic Ocean and swim naked, I laughed so hard I wet my bloomers.[mybooktable book=”Twelfth-Child”]