To the New Year

She couldn’t decide whether it felt like this nor that, she contemplated, thoughtfully crunching on her crispy pork as the fire from the grill burned softly in the distance.

Was it really this simple?

New friends chatting beside her, inebriated laughter bubbling forth from full bellies, the sharing of birthday cake, and a cool night breeze keeping them close.

Bitterness comes in many forms, she thought, and all of which conjure up a lingering acidity.

This is not what she wanted to hold onto.

This is the year for letting go; for making room for possibilities, she decided, licking sweet whipped cream from her lips.



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