Late For The Party

Late For The Party


"Aren't you ready yet?" The wife asked her husband, "we're going to be late for the party. I'd like to be there before the clock strikes midnight and the New Year comes."


"I'm almost finished this poem I'm writing, dear," the husband smiled, "hold on."


The wife looked at the clock, "Come on. Let's go NOW.  Your poem is not so important. It's not as if people are going to be reciting or even remembering it for the next 200-odd years."


"All right, dear," the husband got up to get his coat.


The poem lay on his desk,


"Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind...
... we'll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne..."

-Robert Burns, 1788.


-A short short short story
 written by Christopher
 Thursday December 31st
 2015.