Rainbow

By: Melissa Ratliff

Finding the beginning of the rainbow was tricky. Like a mirage, it constantly shimmered and shimmied further out of reach. He had to use his sixth sense – something he hadn’t done since he was a kid. Closing his eyes and concentrating completely, he eventually felt a gravitational pull that propelled him forth. Moments later, the hairs on his arm stood to attention. Then he felt each color run through his veins, like a melody made rich with hot and cold notes. He had made it. Afraid it would end, but needing to see, he slowly opened his eyes and gasped.

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