Photo prompt by any1mark66
OUT OF THE RAINBOW
Kelvin M. Knight
Stones, stones, there were always too many stones. She would have to create another sculpture. Sculptures were good. Stones were bad. The way they hissed at her, that same message, over and over. Covering her ears, she gritted her teeth. Her sculptures never spoke to her. They remained perfectly still, silent, respectful, as all offspring should.
‘Seen but not heard.’
She dropped one stone after another from her over-sized tunic’s sleeve. Then she prodded the stones into lines with her heels, seven arcing lines forming the enormous shape they told her to make. Over this she squeezed red berries, blueberries, and gooseberries.
The sun shone.
A rainbow. No, two rainbows. One rainbow was good. Two were bad. Two were tearing a hole in the sky. Struggling to stand, she watched this hole consume the first rainbow’s end.
An end where there was no pot of gold. Yet there was something golden, with silver-tipped wings, and cloven hooves of bronze, peering out.
This is my 165 word story for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge number 150. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It’s fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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