A Million Colors.

Flash Fiction

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Like a million rainbows they swept across the sky. The lamps. Like a million rainbows. I had never seen a million rainbows together, huddling close to each other, touching the other a little yet keeping itself far apart. Peaches, and greens, and pinks, and blues, and reds took over the vast sky dotting it from one end to the other, a masterpiece of colors splashed all the way across the heart of the open vastness.

Standing under this masquerade of the sky, I felt one with the radiance of life. Isn’t there much to cherish? Isn’t there a lot to feel jubilant about? Isn’t there a constant string of things that make us smile? While we waddle in our hopelessness, shouldn’t we also revel in our pleasures, dunking ourselves in them, rolling over them, just letting happy moments glide through while we sail with them? Why do we despair when there is so much more to be happy about?

So much more.

Like her. I had her with me. She was my perfect companion under the vast sheet of colored rainbow that covered us. She could be the eternal soulmate for me, the soulmate that nourished me, that gave me more reasons to smile, the soulmate that kept me moving even when the skies end and the grim clouds take over; the soulmate who made the days spin around in glory and nights deep in restful sleep, the soulmate who promised to be with…