It’s Time
by Renee Cree
Ten seconds to go. Anticipation was in the air, as it always is on this most festive of holidays. Secretly, it had always been her favorite; the slate could be wiped clean, and when midnight came, new possibilities would abound. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….
He wasn’t with her; he couldn’t be. But that was ok—duty called. Through the magic of technology, they could still celebrate together. She picked up her phone and sent him a text: “Happy New Year! I love you!”
“Same!” came the reply.
She regarded the phone. Set it down slowly. And sipped her champagne.
She regarded the phone. Set it down slowly. And sipped her champagne.
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