In her attic bedroom, Winsome, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat at the end of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees, clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the ground. It was only yesterday that she enjoyed the sunset from the same place in her bedroom. She was reminded of the days when she sat on a wooden bench with her husband at the beach and enjoyed the sunset. The weather changed and that change did not bother Winsome. She was busily fulfilling one of her retirement goals. Winsome was fulfilling the goal of making a beautiful sweater for her grand daughter. She loved knitting and her bedroom was her most creative space.
Winsome retired two years ago. She prepared for retirement and she knew then that she would never again work in a corporate entity. She desired to engage in activities that would yield her lasting pleasure. She wanted to make items that people would enjoy for a long time.
Tonight, she is continuing to knit the pink sweater in anticipation of surprising her seven-year-old grand daughter who she had not seen last winter. Winsome’s grand daughter hopes to visit in March. It is now the middle of January therefore Winsome has little time to complete the sweater and package it nicely.
Winsome lives alone and likes to knit during the night. The nights are quiet and the sounds, though sometimes eerie, do not frighten her. She grew up in a large family and everyone would tell stories about the dark nights in rural Jamaica, but Winsome knew the family meant well and the stories were meant to drive fear into the teenagers who liked to frolic with friends after dark.
Winsome especially likes to knit during the nights, because her days are busy. She has the most beautiful flower garden in the neighborhood. She likes tending the plants during the mornings and she is almost certain to have two or three uninvited visitors who stop, commend her, ask her questions and engage her in some village gossip.
Tonight, Winsome hums a tune and sets a goal of completing the right sleeve of the sweater before midnight. The sweater is taking form and to see that finished sleeve before midnight would be a great achievement. Suddenly, the quietness is disturbed by the screeching sound of a car and a banging sound as if someone crashed a vehicle in the dumpster at the end of the road. Without switching on any light, Winsome peeps through a space in the curtain in her bedroom. Lights are on in all the houses that are in close proximity to the accident site. People are pouring out of their houses on to the street. Sirens are blazing, and the road is now crowded with people.
Although Winsome is curious she decides to wait until the following morning to hear the news about the accident. Winsome watches the street for a while and then she retires to bed, disappointed that she did not complete the right sleeve of her grand daughter’s sweater. Tomorrow night, she hopes to start knitting a little earlier. Would she achieve this retirement goal? Only time will tell…….