New Year’s Eve

by Sparks In Shadow

Second only to Valentine’s Day as seeming reserved for couples, she attended alone, eccentricities in bloom. The strangers seated at her table barely contained their surprise.

She smiled in dark jeans with black velvet jacket boasting beaded fringe along one lapel (its price slashed for missing lengths of sparkle none would notice) and let them fuss about when port wine soaked cherries delighted her, each delivering theirs onto her plate.

Later, before the band played, she gathered tiny, shiny, stars from empty tables into her pockets as mementos, reminders of saved pennies and hopes for more. She relished them all.

Inspired by my New Year’s Eve 1995.

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