Drabble: Also

Also

I’m not sure I can trust my memory anymore. It’s hard to tell for sure, because everything seems to fit, but little things are starting to come up – a note, in my handwriting, to pick up milk that I’m sure I didn’t write; the car parked on the near side of the street when I’m sure I parked it across the way; the tuner on my radio set to stations I’ve never listened to before. I’m not sure who is doing it, or if there’s a way to stop it.

Also, I’m not sure I can trust my memory anymore.