Midnight. The new year was now here!
Angie sipped Champagne. So far, 2025 felt perfect! And somehow it felt like it would stay perfect. Of course, she knew that sooner or later something would go wrong. But for now…
“Mommy!” came a scream at 12:01 AM. “The toilet won’t flush!”
John M. Carlson lives in the Pacific Northwest. He was writing a story while normal people were celebrating New Year’s Day.
