New Beginnings

After all the children left, she was walking up and down in the quiet house, feeling lost. She will never see her husband again….

She walked to her room, crawling under the covers of her bed, clinging to his gown in her arms. The familiar smell of his aftershave, made her feel he was lying next to her.

His clothes was still hanging in the cupboard untouched, as if he would walk through the door and get dressed. She will have to move, she cannot stay here. There were too much memories of him all around her.

Soon she was packed up, and the house was sold. She bought a little piece of land next to a river in the mountains. She will be able, to build herself a cosy home there, just big enough for herself.

The previous owner, dodgy character she must admit, said his garage-like cottage, was still standing on the property. She was welcome to stay there, until they finished building her new home. She immediately said yes, without thinking to look at the place first.

A chill went down her spine the day she parked her little car in front of his old little “cottage”. It looked like a garage, build from old pieces of building material. The inside was even worse! Drain pipes were running on the inside, and the paint was peeling off the walls. An old chair was standing there, with the feeling of people being tied up and abused in it. Glass bowls, with who know what in them were standing around!

She walked over to the typewriter. She dusted it of and cleaned it. She stared at it for a long time. She looked if she could find some paper somewhere. She tried typed on it, suddenly hoping it was still working. She started typing and she did not stop. She wrote; memoirs of her husband, their live experiences, her children and people she met through her life.

Her stories were published and today she is a well known writer……. Pieces of this story is based on true events.