Mary politely refused invitations to parties. Opting for a quiet night and light reading on the couch.
It was dark when the wet nose of John's dog nuzzled her awake, tail thumping expectantly.
"Really, Duke?" The tail thumped faster.
With a sigh Mary slipped into shoes and coat.
Snow had fallen while she'd napped. Duke shuffled through the new fall, finally coming up with a frisbee, idle since John's death.
Duke offered the old toy to her.
In the distance, a church bell tolled twelve.
She accepted the disk and threw it for the excited dog.
"Happy New Year, boy."
My take on the song. The song is Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg:
