Posted in Word Prompt

In The Name of Adventure

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.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers

Posted in stream of consciousness

Golden Light

Sunday thing.

Bubble

Music – The Echelon Effect on Spotify shuffle (I do this a lot you see)

We blow bubbles into the golden sunset,
Memories trapped in worlds we struggle to relive,
Reflecting rainbows, shimmering golds
We whisper our secrets into bubbles
And send them off to shrouds of secrecy
Beyond prying eyes and probing fingers
With promises of happily ever after
If we ever make it down from there.
We were but kids, young and in false belief
There will always be more to dream
Bubbles float beyond our clouds, grey skies from there on out
We always knew they would pop
Our precious memories would come tumbling down
Held in such high regard, we would learn to see
Truths about what we’ve done
As our pristine bubble memories rain down sharp fears
We were but kids, in the golden light, wondering what we’ve done