Graham was huddled in a shop doorway with a damp sleeping bag, crippled with arthritis and Seelenmord (death of the soul).
He stared at the woman in the wheelchair. It was Mary. He had caused her injuries and killed her friend, driving carelessly whilst drunk.
It was such a long time ago and yet only seconds, the scene constantly replaying in his tortured mind. Only cans of Special Brew could briefly wipe the pain away.
No, I've never left that terrible day behind," said Graham sadly.