The end of the year and a night full of light. Dinner was five boys and me around the table in my godmother’s kitchen in Edinburgh, a song I love on the radio in the background. We had bowls of rice, meat, asparagus – nothing fancy – tumblers of wine, sparkling liquid fizzing in my eyes, laughing with these people that I’ve only just met, one that I love, all that I care for, thinking about my friends in different cities across this country of ours. Tonight we’ll climb a hill and fireworks will burst overhead.
I think I’ve gotten lazy with my writing so I’m giving weeks a rest for now – instead, each day I am aiming to write a three hundred and sixty five word short story for the entirety of this year. Six days in and I’m going okay; make me stick with it. Weeks will become months – see you in January