Elias slipped his sleeve over his fingers and rubbed the window. In his dreams he was a master treasure hunter traveling the globe in search of the “the big one”.
Through patchy fog Elias could see a rainbow arching into the harbor.
He picked at the fuzzy bunny knitted onto his shirt while thinking the plan through.
Getting to the harbor was easy, his parents wouldn’t be mad if he looked both ways when he crossed the street.
The boats would start leaving soon. One of them would take him to the rainbow’s end.
Elias had no time to waste.
Word Count: 100
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