He felt it escaping him, slipping from his grasp, but no force of nature would hinder his way anymore. The broken colours shivered above him, and he could just catch a glimpse of the mystery beyond the next hill.
What’s at the end of a rainbow? It could be a pot of gold, sure, but what if it’s not? Or what if it is, but there’s something not quite right about it? Write about what you’d find at the end of a rainbow, be it something scary or beautiful, but give it your own special twist. Go ‘n’ get writing! Photo by rwangsa.