A try at fiction
“If you could do it all over again, what would you change?” I asked. It was a long, dreary night and we were seated on her front porch, swinging our legs, whiling the time away, drinking coffee and chasing billows of smoke with our fingertips with the distant drone of television and chirping crickets behind us.
She took her time before answering, closing her eyes while she pondered on my query. I tried to see what she saw behind her closed eyelids but all I could see was black. And finally, she replied, “Everything.”
I was watching her from the corner of my eye as her hands started to tremble, and then after sighing heavily she looked up and turned her head back to face me. “To start over would be…“ she paused.
“…an awfully big adventure.”