Consider The Lilies
Post-Aliyah Series part 5
She crept behind the building to the patch of ground, hoping no one would call the cops. This was no longer her home.
She did not hold out much hope. It was not the right time of year for lilies, or anything else to be blooming.
A tangle of dry stems and overgrown weeds greeted her.
But there, through the tangle of rubbish, one white lily stood, tall and proud like hope.
She reached to pick it, but withdrew her hand. She had no right. They were both survivors.
Gently she stroked a petal as tears slid down her cheeks.