Ringing In The New Year
Ned bumped the champagne bottle with his elbow as he hurried past the drinks table. The air was thick with perfume and cologne, making it difficult to breathe. Someone shouted when a glass broke and drinks spilled. The noise was too much. Desperate to escape, he pushed his way through the crowd, the exit sign glowing like a beacon. Outside, he leaned against the brick wall, gasping as he tried to calm himself. When his heartbeat returned to normal, he…