First published at FewerThan500.
Ten-year-old Jason frowned at the rainbow wondering why there couldn’t be a pot of gold at one end. Just because nobody had ever found one didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Right? He picked up a rock and threw it as high as he could, hoping to cause a ripple in the colored bands. When the projectile fell to earth with the rainbow unfazed, Jason laughed, fell backwards onto the carpeted patio, and rolled up into a ball.
“Are you okay?” his father yelled from the kitchen.
“Yes,” Jason replied. Everything’s going to be okay. Even though Mom’s gone away forever.
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