Twenty-Four Minutes

It’s my birthday, so have a bonus

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It was 2 in the morning before they went home.

He looked at the church clock as they walked the quiet street.

“Twenty-four minutes,” he said.

“Twenty-four?”

“I was born at two twenty-four. I’ve got twenty-four minutes left in this decade.”

There had been a gig. And a pub. And some shots. Lucy linked arms, keeping them both upright. He wasn’t usually one for birthdays, but thought changing both digits deserved a celebration.

“Y’know, Mum says you’re going to have to start being a grown-up now. You’re getting old.”

He laughed. “Yeah, she said that when I turned 70 too.”