Rainbow is nowhere to be seen. The place looks bleak. Grey clouds menacingly float on the sky, threatening a downpour.
I carry my raincoat as a precaution, also because it has pockets – large enough to hold Rainbow. I hear a purr of pure joy from the sidewalk. There is a kid holding Rainbow in his arms. A child’s imagination is boundless, and he sees this as ultimate happiness.
The downpour has started. I’m compelled to take away the rainbow from the child’s dreams, into the confines of a library with a musty smell. Rainbow’s mother, Kat is waiting there.
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Nice job! I like how you envisioned Rainbow as a tiny little kitten with her mother back at the library. Very sweet story. 🙂
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Thank you so much 😀
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Ah, bring the kid into the library too. Feed that imagination with books!
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Thank you ☺
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Well done!!
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Thank you so much!
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Reena, I like the tug and pull between the expectations that wait and the imagination that knows no boundaries.
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Thank you, Charli!
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frozen
hail
colors
the sky
and that is
why
the pot of gold
is ideal
no matter how you feel
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