Come along and join in with Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt © Claire Fuller and limit our words to 100 or less. Click on the frog to read more stories.Word count: 100
The Smuggler of Rainbows
“It’s just a tire shop, Dad! This can’t be where we’re meeting the rainbow-smuggler!”
Inside, a cheerful woman in a colorful sari stood out of the rain, waiting.
“I’d like a rainbow,” Retnam said from her wheelchair. “Where are they?”
“They’re hiding in plain sight, my dear!” the rainbow-smuggler said, shrugging. “Just reach into a tire.”
Retnam did, pulling out a huge rainbow-colored taffy.
She laughed, then frowned.
“But it’s not REAL!” she cried.
“Look up, Retnam!” the woman said, pointing to the rain-cleared sky. “There will always be a rainbow over your head, even when you can’t see it.”
This Jolly Beggar 
Aww, lovely ending
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Thanks, Sadje. 🙂
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A very sweet tale, Dora 🙂
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Aww thanks, Dale. We need our rainbows.
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That we do.
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It’s very good when we can be aware of our hope even though we don’t see it. Your rainbow smuggler is a lovely, imaginative invention.
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Thank you, Penny. I’m so glad you liked it. 😀
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Loved the idea of a rainbow smuggler (and of the implicit idea of a government tax on rainbows)
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*laughing* And since they’re priceless, they’ll own us lock, stock, and barrel.
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When there is nothing else in life, there is always a rainbow. Sorry I’m a bit late.
This was a fun idea, and shows that there is always something nice hidden in a pile of old stuff.
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I like the way you put it very much. 🙂
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lovely. this reminds me of one of my favorite songs of all time: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6c1BThu95d8
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Listening to it now, Wonderful! 🌈
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Wonderful conclusion to your story, Dora.
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