Outside there is a car waiting.
It has been there since I can remember, probably longer. There is no driver. It doesn't need one.
It waits for me, it has been since it arrived. I don't drive. I don't want to take that ride just yet, but I know that I must.
It is cold and foggy, and I am sitting in this all-night café and my coffee is getting cold.
I don't want to leave but the lights are going out here and there is no more coffee.
I leave the café and walk to the car. Before I open the door I see the number plate.
It has four numbers on it.
2 0 2 5
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Ahhh, what a way to go into 2025 hehehehe. This was very creative!
Very clever Mike, I did not see that coming. I was on a completely different track - nicely done.
ooh I like this one. A real welcome the new farewell to the old