PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
April’s cloud blankets served to keep us in our caves, vicariously monitoring life through fogged panes of glass and pixelated screens. The second winter of covid had been harsh, perhaps harsher than the first, as our views focused on celebrities hurling dung at each other in courtrooms and maniacs with tanks leaving mangled corpses behind in the rubble.
Today, May’s sun shoved blankets aside and claimed the sky. Some were afraid to believe and wilted inside. Most of us, pale-skinned, crept out and had soular batteries recharged. The caretakers stood tall among us, arms outstretched, hearts beating bright with thanks.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the effervescent host of Friday Fictioneers.