Be Kind

A New Year Message 1

“I don’t wanna go.”

The slow, sonorous whorping noise continued disconsolately. The sound of a not-very-well oiled machine lurching on regardless.

“I could do so much more!”

The room echoed back the words, choking them.

“But then, haven’t I done enough?”

Events began to play back like ghosts on a TV screen: elections, referendums, more elections, riots, protests, fires, bombs, floods, guns, earthquakes, knives, drugs. Death. Violence.

“Oh, there it is. Silly old world. The longer it keeps turning the more it needs saving. It’s a treadmill.”

A deep clanging of a bell far away tolled once, silently.

“Yes, yes I know they’ll get it all wrong like they always do.”

Again, the bell echoed from nowhere and everywhere.

“Well, I suppose… one more year won’t kill anyone. Well, except me.”

A sigh, in the distance, as if all the children of the world had breathed out in relief.

“Very well. Here we go again. Buy you wait a moment, Twenty-Eighteen. Let’s get it right. I’ve got a few things to say to you. Basic stuff first. Stuff I should’ve listened to myself. Never be cruel, never be cowardly; and if you ever are, always make amends. Never give up, never give in. Run like hell, because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it’s always funny.

“Never eat pears. They’re too squishy and they always make your chin wet. That one’s quite important. Write it down. Remember – hate is always foolish…and love, is always wise.

“Always try to be nice and never fail to be kind. Oh, and think of the children. All the beautiful children.

“Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind. And forgive me, for I got it wrong. So very, very wrong. And I’m so sorry. For all their sakes, Twenty-Eighteen, please be kind.”

The clock turned inexorably to midnight. And then a soft smile greeted the world.

“Twenty-Seventeen – I let you go.”

  1. Note: I was inspired by the Twelfth Doctor’s great pre-regeneration speech on Christmas Day, and realised it made a great message from the outgoing Year to the incoming one. So, with a few tweaks, here is my version, from 2017 to 2018. Happy New Year all!
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Andy W Marsden

Andy W Marsden writes horror and dark fantasy, while listening to heavy metal and eating jaffa cakes.