Hope (Micro-fiction)

A tiny speck of golden sunlight was peering through the ebon darkness. The last of the stars faded into the predawn mist. The shining pinpoint grew brighter, more radiant than ever, and engulfed the entirety of the cityscape in its vibrant embrace. The light transformed into a beacon, and hovered above the shadowed city. The heavens moved towards the earth, as the rays of sunlight strengthened, and the warmth of the sun streamed down in amber cascades, filling up the void of space around.
I wondered, if that was how the touch of hope felt like.


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