By Jim Harrington
Ten-year-old Jason frowned at the rainbow wondering why there couldn’t be a pot of gold at one end. Just because nobody had ever found one didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Right? He picked up a rock and threw it as high as he could, hoping to cause a ripple in the colored bands. When the projectile fell to earth with the rainbow unfazed, Jason laughed, fell backwards onto the carpeted patio, and rolled up into a ball.
“Are you okay?” his father yelled from the kitchen.
“Yes,” Jason replied. Everything’s going to be okay. Even though Mom’s gone away forever.
Jim Harrington lives in Huntersville, NC, with his wife Betsy and dog Charlie. Jim’s Six Questions For . . . blog provides editors and publishers a place to “tell it like it is.” You can read more of his stories at http://jpharrington.blogspot.com.