Hail pelted the windows. Large golf balls, smashing glass, denting vehicles, turning the streets to an icy wasteland with shards pointing skyward.
Some ran inside to burrow, wondering when the misery would end. Some battled, thinking their path out of the melee was the only one. Some brave souls weathered the storm, picked up the pieces and lent a helping hand up to those who couldn’t stand. Others toiled, endlessly searching for solutions and a way out.
Hope looked up at the slow-moving clouds. The darkness had passed, giving way to blue skies. Undoubtedly, the sun will come out again.
Wishing you all a very happy new year! I am hopeful for better things to come. Perhaps not right away, but certainly soon. This too shall pass.
I also hope to participate in the wonders of Friday Fictioneers more frequently in the new year. I enjoy it so very much and thank you all for reading. Thank you also to Rochelle for making this happen.
The very best to you and yours for 2021!
Friday Fictioneers is a place for flash fiction brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Visit Rochelle’s site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.