New Year's Eve. Memories of her last year with Charlie flooded her mind. Janice sat alone. He was so sick-- just three months before he died. A trip to the wine store-- a bottle of champagne and two special glasses. She and Charlie settled in the living room (he in his chair, she on the sofa) waiting for the magic hour.
A little past one oclock Janice awoke. Charlie slept.
The champagne was opened two years later but was undrinkable. The glasses were never used.
That was five years ago.
Tonight Janice sat alone at her dining room table with an open champagne bottle and one never used glass. 12:01 AM. "To what we were," she said as she raised her filled glass. Now what to do with the rest of the bottle.
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