Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Two

 Anna pushed the last laughing revellers out into the rain.

“Why does Mum have to shove them out?”

“Because they won’t start a fight with me.”

As if to prove a point, the sound of singing turned to swearing and heavy blows.

Jonah opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a cacophonous snore from what looked like a bundle of rags in the corner.

“Leave him,” Jonah said. “He’s nowhere else to be.”

And so it was that the old year went gently into the darkness beside the comfort of a log fire.

©️jj 2020

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