The woman stands where the sea laps the beach, gently bathing her feet with sand and salt. She has been screaming into the void and her mind is as full as the beach is empty. She is thankful it is a weekday and grateful for the expanse all around.
In her exhausted state, her mind begins to process all that she knows.
“He has the beginnings of dementia. She is showing signs of Parkinsons,” she says to herself.
She stops. It is difficult to handle what is happening. It would different with her parents, but what is there to talk about with his parents? Where is the relationship when there is nothing in common?
How do i live the life i want for myself? What do i tell him?
The questions swirl as scenarios become cinematic and choices become a little more consequential.
What does she do next?