Another holiday season, and the shops were full of gifts and magnificent candies or cookies. We were driving in southern Italy and crossed to Sicily on a ferry, two days before Christmas.
Young Officer Cable drove slowly down Route 9, alert for any motorist who might have skidded in the rapidly accumulating snow. Despite the holiday, at 8:30 in the evening traffic was light, as if New Derby’s citizens had taken stock of the weather and sensibly got where they were going, or even more wisely, stayed home.
“Remember, to be an Eve on New Year's Eve is truly special. Even if you don't have a date for my party.”
Eve had been listening to Charlotte on her hands-free phone as she drove to the spa. She made a mental note: in the future only take Charlotte's calls on a land line, one equipped with a heavy receiver Eve could slam into its base.
My partner and I ran away from home. Yes, that's right. We sold everything, bought an old, used motor home and planned to see Mexico in six months.
Silly us. We spent three years and still had a lot more to see.
They say New Year’s Eve in New York is special. Well, this one was, that’s for sure. At least for me.
I stare down at the stained blue rug. The corpse has been wheeled out to the mortuary van, but the chalk outline of the literary critic’s tortured body remains as a creepy reminder for me and the other ten members of my writing club. The clock is striking twelve; the New Year has begun. But still -- I can’t take my eyes off that outline.
Even though I love Christmas and Thanksgiving, I think besides Halloween, New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday! It’s the perfect time to reflect and look forward with hope to a new beginning! So a movie about New Year’s Eve sounded like fun, and it was just that.
