My job

My job

I dug a grave for 2019 and waited. At midnight, 2019 fell into the grave. I put the dirt I’d dug out on top of 2019.

In the gap in-between I had a spaghetti dinner.

Then I midwifed the birth of 2020. I said the usual, “Best of luck this year.” 2020 nodded and waddled on its way.

I went to bed. It was daylight. But I was tired and fell asleep quickly.

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