A sunny, wet day producing rainbows that alleviated the damp and miserableness. Taking shelter in the woodland edge, admiring a rainbow when a Leprechaun approached saying: “Don’t believe it, its a fairytale, there’s no gold at the end of a rainbow”, running toward the rainbow carrying a bucket and spade.
Flash Fiction: 50 words
Mick E Talbot 2017
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges September 2016 #5