Bellis Perennis - Primeval Drabble
It was just a flower.
Small and white, with a yellow centre. Not so long ago it would have been considered a weed.
Becker didn't pick it, or dig it up, but memorised the location. It would never be safe, but later, when he was sure there were no predators nearby, he led her up to the surface to see.
"I wanted to bring you flowers," he whispered.
They stared down at the simple thing, growing there amid all the dust and decay of the ruined world, living despite it all.
It symbolised a hope that the land might recover.