“Oh, my god. I can’t believe it.”
I looked back over my shoulder. My family looked as stunned as I felt.
There was smoke rising from a chimney in the rundown house on the hill. There were no flames nearby. No trees burnt from lightning. But there was a garden. I couldn’t remember the last time we had seen a garden. My youngest probably wouldn’t even know what it was. We’d been walking for so long.
I touched my wife’s arm. “We’re not alone.”
For the first time in what must have been months, we’d found it. We’d found hope.
‘Found’ is a piece of flash fiction by Rosalie Wodecki
This little flash of fiction was part of an article about hope.
