The Smuggler of Rainbows

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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.”


Author: dorahak

The unearned splendor of being means we can always meet on a common plane of gratitude, aiming in conversation, art, and writing towards (as poet George Herbert said) “something understood.”

14 thoughts on “The Smuggler of Rainbows”

  1. 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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