The atmosphere tense…
People crowd the room…
Big Ben on the teley…
9...
8...
7...
The people run to the edges of the room and join hands in that odd old fashioned way…
6...
5...
4...
They start to count…
'3...'
'2...'
'1...'
Their Arms start to jump up and down…
'Our father who art in Heaven … Hallowed be thy name…'
Over the commotion, Phil Hunter heard the beautiful woman next to him whisper something in his ear.
' Happy new year.'
He bent down and kissed her softly.
He knew he didn't have much time left, but hell… what a way to start the new year!
To be continued!
Ha! Nothing like a good wee bit of wonder for the new year!
O Aye … this story is totally devoted to Ellen and Gemma…