New year has to be great!
But not in every one's life.
Explore the lives of the people in Manhattan in New year; a virgin, an elderly couple, a prostitute, a widower, a prejudiced lover, a teenage enthusiast, a pregnant woman and the caged narrato...
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"Won't you go home?"
"I am waiting for you."
"How long Michael?"
"What?"
"How long you will wait for me? There will be no end to this."
"I don't understand what you are saying?"
"Can't you say Michael? How long will you be waiting for me? How much do you love me? Tell me. Tell me."
"Please, what has happened to you?"
"Tell me how long?"
MICHAEL LOOKED AT THE WAITRESS in black and white cheap dress. She was not beautiful but an uncertain hue in her face made Michael gaze at her. Her name was Amy, which Michael knew from the regular visit to the diner. Like any other woman, Amy hadn't failed to attract him but unlike any other woman, Michael felt a pang in his chest everytime he looked at her sweat adorned face that was never without a smile.
It has been six years that he has been in a relationship. Every physical affair has been non committal and trivial.
It has been six years since Dorothy passed away leaving Michael and their two year old son. Now, baby William has grown up into a school going toddler.
Things were not the same as always. Michael had turned grave and stoic over the years.
He did not have to think about his son's being, William was growing up good and healthy in his grandmother's care. All these six years, Michael had dedicated himself to his work and now was a well known lawyer.
Every night, after court, Michael religiously came to Mrs. Simmons' diner to have a cheese sandwich at least. No, he wasn't a pervert or a stalker for Amy. He just liked the peacefulness of the diner anyway.
It was the closing time for the diner. But Michael wasn't ready to go home yet. He felt time could be slower. Dorothy could have lived longer.
"Why are you are still here?" Old Mrs. Simmons squeaked from the doorway.
"Máma." Michael greeted and hugged the older woman.
"Happy New year, son."
"Five hours to go."
"Oh!" She laughed. The wrinkles on her aged face folded. "Time to go and say goodbye. Go home honey. William must be waiting."
Michael nodded impatiently and kissed Mrs Simmons on the cheeks. Then, he turned to his heels and left the diner. He would not go home. No one is waiting. Will has long gone to sleep.
He walked towards the back of the diner. That place was quite and dark. The narrow aisle was a pathway made by the diner and a tall building, probably a factory.
