The Treasure At The End Of The Rainbow

Rainbow by Arkhip Kuindzhi

After the rain, the sun peeked from behind the clouds creating a rainbow. Now all we had to do was find the end. If the leprechauns didn’t want us to find their gold, why would they put it in a pot at the end of a rainbow colored spotlight?

It was a long walk, but we finally neared the end. Even at a distance, we could see the pot was overflowing with shimmering gold coins.

I began to run and called after my sister to keep up. She always lagged behind.

Finally, I reached the treasure. I dug both hands into the mountain of riches and let them fall all around me. Something didn’t feel right. I picked up one coin to examine it closer.

It wasn’t real gold at all. It was gold foil covering something. I peeled back the wrapper to find a chocolate coin.

“Wake up doofus!” My sister said when she caught up to me. “Wake up!”

I heard a leprechaun’s laughter echoing across the rolling hills. “What the…!?” I sat straight up in bed.

“You are such a doofus! Were you having another stupid dream?”

“Aww man!” I whined. Just a dream and my stupid sister was making fun of me for talking in my sleep.

I suddenly had a craving for chocolate.

– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Microfiction Challenge #9: Rainbow. Painting prompt by Arkhip Kuindzhi. Word prompt was “After the storm.” WC 218.

One Man’s Treasure

He poured the contents of the tattered pouch onto the concrete and rummaged through them.

Passersby barely noticed him. He had become a fixture much like a fire hydrant or trash barrel.

He was surprised when the child stopped, and his father didn’t immediately steer him away.

The boy asked questions and told a joke, to which he responded with a snaggletooth smile.

The father put money into the can and turned away. He stopped them and pulled a white feather from the assortment of items he treasured. Giving it to the boy, he said, “Never quit trying to fly.”

– Written for Splickety Publishing Group, Bolt Flash Fiction, Photo Prompt. WC 100