Sitting beside Michael in the hospital bed, his wife Vandana held his hand and caressed it.
Michael had met with an accident at work four days back and was comatose.
An exhausted Vandana felt an inkling of brightness outside; after four days of rain, the sun had come out, but just for a moment.
At that moment, Michael’s hand moved.
There was some hope after all, Vandana realized as she rushed to call the nurse.
Writing in response to the prompt for Saturday Short Story on the Write Tribe WhatsApp group. The prompt is: