“I don’t understand,” Doc said. “How could atmospheric conditions make you depressed?”
“There’s a rainbow over my house. It’s always there. The mountains block the air currents from the ocean. Tons of snow and mist, in the summer I have a rainbow.”
“Go on?”
“Happy little bluebirds fly over the rainbow, Doc. Dorothy wants to be somewhere over it. I had to live under it. There’s no way I can be happy here.”
“I still don’t see why?”
“It’s always overcast, every goddamned day. And Doc, don’t you remember your leprechaun stories? The pot of gold is at the end.”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
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Some people are never happy 🙂
Half empty, the damn glass is half empty!
Nice little read. I’m glad to see someone else thought of leprechauns. I thought there was something wrong with me, other than the things I know.
It’s too obvious. I’d be more worried about getting sixty or seventy leprechaun stories.
*snorting with laughter* – great and creative response to the photo XD
Looks like his neighbors might be enjoying their gold.
Haha! Now that’s a different take on rainbows. I can see his point. He’s got no chance of seeing the end of it if he’s always under it. Fun story!
“When do I get a little of that leprechaun magic? Is this fair?!”
I know! I’d like some too.
He has no chance of getting that gold if he is stuck in the middle! 😀 😀
“Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you.”–cue Stealers Wheel)