Part of one

I always want to write, but always replace it with other things (aka busy/priorities). So now that I have a sec, I will write down part of one. It has no title yet cuz it's new.

She reached over to turn the oil lamp down a bit more. The light that illuminated her face dimmed just like her voice which was now softer and lower than a minute ago. " I am not affraid now" she said with a shot of determination in her voice. It was a new world indeed, and all she had tried to do was live in it the way she thought to be productive, but for the past three generations that had not worked for her, or at least so she thought from what that world had thrown back at her.
I couldn't offer any advice at this time which parralized me because that's what I did...normaly. My mind went through all the things that could have been done, however, those thoughts seem to quickly be overcome with the thought that it was useless to regret those things in the past we can't change or control. I stood up and walked to the door, I knew I had to say something before leaving, and so in those seven steps I conjured up my exit script;
"When we listen too closeley we tend to forget, but when we hear clearly we know what's right, I'll see you soon" Once it was all out I opened the door and stepped outside without waiting for a reply.
As I made my way out the door and to my car I realized how ridiculous my statement must have sounded to her, but to me it made perfect sense at the time in relation to what happened. My leather shoes got wet and muddy as I unlocked the car door. I found it to be a great night to drive with the windows down and was anticipating the feeling of the evening wind on my face. It's a mistery I thought, how a smell can spark memories and nostalgia, but tonight was such a night and by the smell of the night I was taken back to a summer I spent in Michigan, I recalled evrything from the baseball cards and Root Beer to the window unit in the attic of an old house we stayed at, and the feeling that it would never end.
As I pulled slowly out of the dark gravel drive way I am forced to slam on my breakes as the old lady stood in front of my car. The headlights only illuminated up to her waist and from there up it was a blur. "Hold on" she said. Her frail body slowly made its' way around the front of my car. The years had forced her to be hunched over just a bit, she had grown accustomed to it and never complained about it. She carefuly opened the passanger side door and sat next to me. With the engine running and as a bunch of unidentified flying insects hovered around the front of my car attracted by the headlights, she said "Let's drive"