A small something..

A little piece of flash fiction today. After a three week writing hiatus, I am in the mood again, so must get stuck into the novel before I go off the boil.

This is an old piece, revamped and offered up for sacrifice. Hope someone likes it, just a teeny tiny bit. Please tell me if you do, as it will make me smile.

Sally’s Rainbow

Sally was a lonely little girl, so she dreamed herself a rainbow. It was the most beautiful rainbow anyone had ever seen. It had the bluest eyes and the reddest lips and it shimmered orange and yellow and green in the palm of her hand.

She loved her rainbow and carried it everywhere that she went, stroking it gently and whispering her secrets into its tiny ears. It grew bigger and more vibrant every day and glowed through her fingers, lighting her way.

The trouble was, everyone else loved her gentle rainbow too and wanted to touch it and hear it sing as they whispered all their hopes and fears into those wise ears.

Sally grew angry and jealous at all the love that her new friends poured into the rainbow and she decided that no-one should ever see it again. So she built a cage and coaxed the rainbow in with promises of gold. Then she draped a heavy cloth made from her darkest thoughts over the cage. She took a long wooden pole and hung the cage high up in the dense part of the wood where the leaves grew in a tangle of olive green and where no-one, not even the sunlight could go.

The rainbow was cold high up there in the trees and shivered at the lost the warmth of the sun. It grew sadder and sadder and wept a few dull tears. Then it slowly faded into the shadows until the wind came, lifted the cloth, and blew the sad little rainbow away.

Now Sally is lonely again and not even the sun or the wind are her friends.