Thanks for the Memories

Ella sat in her car wondering what to do next. She really had no where to go, no one to see, nothing to do. She picked up her keys and put them in the ignition. She slammed the gas pedal and speeded down the highway. Her car needed cleaning, so did her clothes. In fact her whole life needed cleaning. She glanced around her car taking note of each object representing each of the painful memories that shaped her life. Then her eyes landed on it. It. The thing that had sent her life spiraling downward. The feeder. Oh how she hated it. Then without warning the memories came flooding back.

It was four years ago. She yanked the feeder from its hanger and sped off in her nice bmw. She glanced at her rearview window and saw a single tear in hr grandfather's eye. She drove faster. When she got to her house there was a messag. Her grandfather had died. Commited suicide. She thought it was no real loss he was going to die soon anyway. Then her parents came home.

No, she won't o down that lane. She parked the car in front of a denny's and lit a cigarette. She was alone except for another guy. He was dressed oddly, even for Hollywood. He sauntered over asking for a light. She gave him one and hoped he would then leave. Instead the guy introduced himself. He said his name was Shaw or something like that. Ella looked at him and told him her name. Shaw didn't respond. When she was done with her cigarette she hopped back into her car. Shaw followed and sat in the passenger seat. "I know something's wrong" he said, "And I am here to help."