At Rainbow's End

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: Solen Feyissa on Unsplash.

At Rainbow’s End

I suppose you could blame my mother. She always used to tell me that if you ever found the end of a rainbow there would be a pot of gold waiting there. If not that, there would definitely be something kind of magical.

Mind you, you can’t let my dad off the hook entirely either. He always told my mother not to go putting ‘fanciful notions’ in my head. I would, he assured me, never come across the end of a rainbow because it would disappear before it touched the ground.

It wasn’t the gold that got me to search. I wasn’t really much bothered about precious metals, but the idea of discovering my own piece of magic was very enticing. Added to that, I really wouldn’t have minded proving Dad wrong for once, so I treated his words as some kind of dare.

We get a lot of rain here, and often it comes in the form of showers. It’s the mix of the sunshine and the rain that created a rainbow, or at least that was what my teacher said. Most of them were too far away, descending down into the dips between the mountains. They might look close but I knew from the journeys I took in the car how much distance there was between our house and the mountains.

I waited, somehow convincing myself that eventually one would form and end right in our garden. It didn’t quite happen that way, but near enough. The rainbow arched in the sky, curving to touch the ground in the field opposite.

I didn’t bother to ask permission but just ran from the house, climbed over the gate and keeping the exact position in my mind’s eye I dashed there.

It was a box, made of some kind of black metal, and engraved with curious shapes and signs. I decided I would pick it up and take it home with me, for perhaps there was some of the magic inside it that my mother had talked about.

This idea grew when I put my hands on the box and it began to glow. I tried and tried to lift it up, but it was so heavy I could not lift it up so much as an inch. My thumb caught on the rim around the top. I never meant to open it up, honestly, didn’t even know that it had a lid.

Anyway, that’s how it happened. As the top opened a mist began to swirl up out of it, and there was such a stench. Sulphur, that’s what it made me think of. This mist just kept on pouring out until it blotted out all the light of the sun, and it swirled into tendrils that seemed to almost solidify...

I found myself staring into a huge face, an horrific face. Empty eye sockets and a mouth that seemed to open wider and wider until it let out a roar. The stink made me gag as it entered my nose, my mouth, and my eyes were streaming with tears. It just hovered there in front of me for a few seconds and then it was off, streaking away straight towards my house. I screamed out a warning to my Mom, my Dad and my baby brother, Tommy. I hope they got away in time for I could tell the monster was angry.

I didn’t mean it to happen. You do believe me, don’t you?

 

 


Submitted: November 02, 2020

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Mike S.

Another fine spooker, Hull

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 8:05pm

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Thanks for giving this a read, Mike. I really appreciate it.

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:57am

Joe Stuart

I get a bit grumpy too when someone wakes me up, except there isn't anyone here to wake me. And I don't sleep in a box at the end of a rainbow. A colourful story, Hully. Who knows what may lie at the end of a rainbow? Could be gold. Could be a monster. Nobody has been able to prove otherwise. Perhaps it is best not to try.

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 9:23pm

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I actually drove through one once, and not just a regular one but a double one. We get a lot of rain, and a lot of rainbows. Thanks, Joe.

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:56am

Jeff Bezaire

Good one, Hully! It seems we know where Pandora's Box has been hiding all these centuries. ;)

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 9:54pm

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It wouldn't surprise me if it's not over here somewhere. Thanks, Jeff.

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:55am

D. Thurmond aka JEF

I believe you, honest! --- Just remember, it is never your fault, ask any psychiatrist. --- And that's what the monster is, they always go after the parents first. LOL --- Great story line, pots of gold and monsters.

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 10:23pm

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Ha! Thank you SO much, JE!

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:54am

Mark A George

I always thought that leprechauns buried their pots of gold at the end of rainbows. Maybe what you encountered was an evil monster who had hijacked the pot-of-gold myth in order to trap unsuspecting kids who were simply looking for gold. It was above-ground! A leprechaun would never have left it above ground...he would have buried it so that no humans could find it. Good one, Hulla.

Tue, November 3rd, 2020 5:32pm

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Are well, you see, here in Ireland there's a bit of uncertainty about the true nature of leprechauns. They are not always the benevolent beings of children's tales. Some can be very nasty, especially if they are crossed.
So many rainbows here, though. I saw three just on the morning of writing this.
Thanks so much for reading.

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:51am

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