A strange tale is unwinding itself in my notebook during these shortening days, about a woman who has lost hope and a man who has lost faith, two old lovers apart for forty years and some, reunited at last.
They are private people, our Doreen Sharp and Simon Catherwood. We don’t learn much about them until an accident threatens to separate them again. As each grapples with their own personal regret and guilt, remembering or denying the irretrievable past, they reveal to us bit by bit why they parted and what has compelled them to this late and last encounter.
I look in on them every morning to learn any new secret they might divulge to one another and to their author. Whatever they tell me, I promise to pass on to you readers – eventually.
The story is titled Angels Unawares, at least for now. It began as a short story that turned into a novella and seems to have aspirations to grow up into a novel. You’ll know when I know.