Five Minutes to Midnight

A writing prompt for my class: Think back to the five minutes before midnight on New Year’s Eve or else-when on that night—-or 5 minutes some other eve to paint a scene, an extended moment. What I spun off:

This New Year’s Eve I woke up 5 minutes after midnight.

The sound of horns and fireworks outside pulled me out of my doze in front of the TV. And what came into focus was the scene at Times Square in New York, only there was no campy, nubby, multi-colored ball already dropped nor a scattering of paper confetti in the air. It was all hot, hot pink and flash and strobe–and, in my dazed state, it looked like a dystopian Bladerunner-stylized scene of edgy dark excess.

And I realized: The Future is Here.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s