Seconds To Last

I have always liked that word, "penultimate."

Last but one.

Second to last.

The one right before the one before.

Pen...ultimate!

What a cool way to say almost last.

So here we are writing about penultimates.

How goes things?

You good?

You might think my asking about you is just a delay tactic.

A way to avoid writing anything of substance.

And to that I say, "How dare you!?"

You're right of course, but feigned outrage is my way to counter most things.

I got nothing to say, man. I'm still here.

I still believe in magic.

I know how the trick is done.

I know it by heart.

But I still believe in magic.

Watch this day vanish.

Poof!

How'd he do that?

And then the next one!

Poof!

Woah!

The whole year gone!

The trick is making the seconds last, even on the second to last.

POOF!

[The author vanishes in a puff of smoke, caused by a smoke machine which incidentally pumps out dance music from the 90s. Resulting in a dramatic, but not in the way he envisioned, end scene.]

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