This drabble was literally written in about fifteen minutes as the clock ticks towards midnight here in the UK. Soon it will be 2011. I hope everyone has a Happy New Year!
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Gilligan stood on the beach looking up at the myriad stars.
Did December 31 mean anything here?
Time passed. The same sun, same sky, the same routine always. Unless it was somebody's birthday, did it really matter what day or year it was?
"Gilligan!" The Skipper called. "Gilligan, where are you? We're not doing the countdown until you get here little buddy. We need you to see in the New Year with us!"
Gilligan grinned and ran back up the beach. "Coming, Skipper!" he cried.
If they couldn't start the New Year without him, then Gosh, of course it mattered!
