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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.

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