(I started a post about the new year. It came out weird. Instead, here is a very short story set in the fairly near future.)
I'm sitting on a bus, on my way to visit loved ones. I check the news on my phone; the news is boring, so I go back to the physical book on the seat next to me. (As this is a fantasy, I have excellent habits and am not even tempted to scroll a whole bunch of social media. Also, I have a row to myself.)
I flip to check something in the back matter. I flip back and read on.
Happy New Year. Let's keep turning pages.