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Posted on December 15, 2016 at 03:43:03 AM by darby

There were many times now that Darby ignored Bibby, his imaginary friend. He didn’t really believe people when they told him they didn’t see his imaginary friend, but he was starting to be more independent. Sometimes the Bealious had other ideas. Now, creeping around the castle did not seem to be the big monster’s choice of adventures. So it was that Darby found himself with no one to play with. He put his fingers near his mouth, but didn’t suck on them as he pondered where to scamper off to. Mom probably wouldn’t be happy if he was gone too long.

The pretty child ran through the hallways, managing first to get underfoot in the library until someone threatened to fetch his mother. That threat made Darby go on his way out in a hurry. While he had no real notion of punishment he certainly didn’t want to end his adventure quite so fast. His dark curls were now merely damp from the water, but he was dressed in a generally jackdaw manner, bright colors and patterns snitched from some cubby overtop his fuchsia skin, freckled with a color that looked like someone had blended the palette of umber and pink. Hazel eyes sparkled in a face chubby with baby fat as if soon Darby might spring right up. So far he was still short even for his apparent age.

He truly ought to be entered into lessons, or at least that’s what his parents sometimes argued about. Some babies were easy. Some were monstrous. Darby was some sort of bizarre combination that produced ridiculous amounts of worry at least to his poor unaccustomed parents.

Toddling down one hallway Darby thought he heard a person behind him. Quick, hide! Dashing into a closet Darby slunk around the edge of it. It seemed to be some sort of linen closet, full of rich, soft wares the likes of which Darby had never seen before. Coming away from the door to reach out his tiny hand and stroke soft velvet, Darby didn’t see the door precariously swinging until he heard it SLAM.

Tears welled up in Darby’s eyes at the sound. He didn’t care about the velvet anymore, his hands still on its deep violet softness for a moment, all of a sudden Darby wanted Bibby and Daddy and Peets and Mommy. He ran to the door, tugging on the handle, but it was too late. Darby stuck out his lower lip, refusing to let the tears fall. He was an explorer. Explorers didn’t cry he knew. Besides, someone was going to need all this finery soon. As if to reassure himself Darby looked around the closet wide-eyed and spoke. At least if Bibby had come along he’d have someone to talk to.

“Hello?”

The word seemed quiet, quavery, not travelling far in the muffled splendor of the closet. Darby’s thoughtful look deepened. The toddler kept his hand on the door, but it was more like an odd little bit of magical thinking than any type of logic. It wasn’t opening right now.


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