Day 338 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about the first glimmer of hope in the midst of destruction.
Shannon: Laughter. That’s what I remember. Days after our lives had been torn apart I thought I’d never laugh again. I imagined I wouldn’t find a reason to even smile anytime soon, I didn’t know if I could remember how. It turns out I did, and I didn’t laugh because of a good joke. I laughed at myself, because I had done something embarrassing. It was weird, because it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.
Erin: Mile 3 of walking I saw a glimpse of the gas station sign and for a second I felt not all was lost.
Things are looking up.