This week’s Friday Fictioneers! (The idea of Friday Fictioneers is to write a story about 100 words long based on the photo below. Try it!)
Me and Jack, we were just kids when we heard about gold at the end of the rainbow.
Well, one day there was this big storm. And after, there was the rainbow, big and beautiful like somebody painted it on the sky. We ran as hard as we could, and there it was. Pot of gold. And this guy next to it, digging in the ground. Jack ran ahead of me and grabbed onto it.
The guy stood up like he was unfolding. And he took hold of Jack.
And God forgive me, I turned tail and ran. All these years, and I can still hear Jack’s screams.