The inspiration:
A story:
Her rhythmic sweeping never ceased even as three tipsy-tangled revelers bumbled by. She grinned, hearing the dramatic sigh behind her.
“Why do you indulge in such stereotypes? A broom? Tonight?”
“As if you never noticed my fondness for play, mysteries … even puns.”
He shuddered, “Hmmph. As if this latest incarnation of calendaring is any less arbitrary.”
“Oh stop. What matters is what it marks … a chapter ending and hopes of new beginnings. Who’s being the old lady now?”
Dropping the broom, “she” changed, dissolving into the impossible glow of a galaxy’s star-choked center.
“Come, Gabriel. We are needed.”
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Now, your turn.
Happy New Year!
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