Five Sentence Fiction - New Year

It's been several months since I've written for Five Sentence Fiction, so I have decided to try and get back into it. It really doesn't take much to write five sentences, and this one inspired me. Enjoy.

As she reached for it, Melissa knocked over the glass of red wine and the cats scattered, letting it splash all over the rug. She slumped back in the armchair and threw up her arms at the empty room as Big Ben started to chime on the telly and the fireworks went off. 

Perfect! She thought, her inebriated mind spinning, just what she needed to start the New Year. She’d always hated New Year and this was one of the reasons why; drinking alone in an empty house, left to think about all things she’d failed to achieve over the last year.

She chucked a towel down over the wine, deciding she’d deal with it tomorrow, then smirked at the idea of cleaning up her mess on the first day of the new year – it had a certain irony to it.