The Sun

(miniflash story)

Each morning, the sun kissed the sleepy village awake, golden light spilling through cracked shutters. One day, it didn’t rise. Clocks ticked, flowers wilted, hearts slowed. Just before despair settled, a child painted a yellow circle in the sky. The real sun, shyly smiling, returned. Hope had summoned dawn.

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