Разходка в гробищния парк

 I used to want to write a story about this old lady - a widow, children flew out of the nest a long time ago and she moves to this strange city she doesn't know anyone there, it's small and unattractive and she doesn't know why she wants to live there but she moves there anyway. And then one they she bumps into you. You hit her with your car. It's not a serious injury, but you take her to the hospital. And she recognises you right away. But you don't recongnise her. You've forgotten her and what happened btw you. You're struggling with your marriage and she helps you out. How cheesy! And then one day he notices something typical of her and says: "You remind me of a friend I had and lost, but I don't say anything. Or perhaps I do. I say something like: "So sorry for your loss." Or: "Were they a good friend? Someone you miss?" And you either reconcile or you fly into this uncontrollable rage and say you wish I'd died when you hit me with your car. And I don't know if people hold grudges for decades and decades to come. My guess is they do. And the ending of the story is bitter but realistic. Or they reconcile and she's like a second grandma to your children. And your wife loves and trusts her like she's her biological mother. 

And I have no idea why, when and how "we" becomes "they". But it's intentonal and it'll keep switching from one to the other throuhout the story.

And I'm going to write that story in vivid detail. It'll be as if you're there and can touch your own face, dry your own tears, reconcile with yourself, so that you can reconcile with the rest of the world. Or don't. And then you'll be able to feel the wind from the door you're violently closing behind you. This time for real, breaking my heart one last time, because you never healed and had to carry this burden for the rest of your life...

Your life. Your choice.

Or I can just write about me having saved enough money, still painting and writing in my 60's and moving to the sea side. And it's autumn, the sky is grey, the sea is turbulent, but it's a new beginning and I have the Labrador I've been dreaming about and we're in Greece, enjoying the company of the locals, going to church every day, living in peace with God, helping the local people and receiving help from them.

Or it could be the two stories together.

Or I could be telling our story to a young girl. And that changes her life.