Over at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills is talking both taking stock and hygge. The latter, a Danish term which conjures cosy, has captivated a fair few English-speaking thinkers in 2016 and now comprises the prompt for my final 99-word story of the year. I think we need a concept of home to appreciate hygge; my flash is for the introverts too:
“You’re still welcome to come over, but I wouldn’t advise it. The roads are treacherous around here.”
Fog shrouds the window; inside, disappointment burns. Home alone on New Year’s Eve! Ah, well, I could use the time to write that article, scrub the kitchen floor.
In fluffy slippers, jogging pants and the blouse I ironed for the party, I dance between cooker and fridge. I pour a glass of Prosecco; a soup made of leftovers bubbles on the stove. Rolls crisping in the oven, the final challenge looms. Which book to snuggle up to, which chocolates to eat first?