“One day we will live in the penthouse of this beautiful building, my dear!”, he told her, hope shining in his eyes pointing to the skyscraper.
“You and your dreams!”, she scoffed rolling her eyes.
Years later she watched the tiny world go by from the beautiful balcony of her penthouse. If only he was there next to her to celebrate the moment!
© Vinitha 2021
This fictional piece is written in response to the fifty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘HOPE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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