The day started on a dull note today. It was raining heavily since early morning.
A faint sign of sun was alive somewhere beneath those dark clouds, much like hope in her mind.
All she could count on was the fact that after a heartfelt pouring, eventually the rain will stop, and then, the sun will shine again.
Today will give way to tomorrow, hope gleamed within her.
© Vinitha 2020
This Flash Fiction is written in response to the eighth edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘FAINT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
