The Rainbow
Tongue
in cheek, {Abigail} straightened her back, remembering the evil tide before the
flood. Passed down the generations until it was told to her and her brothers, a
captivated audience, by her great-grandfather shortly before his death, the
tale of how demons had seemingly walked the earth, so much chaos there was. The
story gave her nightmares and she never heard it again, but she still
remembered her grandfather’s words of promise near the story’s end. “That is
why, Abigail, Amos, Abithar, and Elisha, the Lord God gave a promise to never
flood the earth again. And He painted a rainbow in the sky, yes, all the colors
of the rainbow, Abigail, to remind us of this promise. The rainbow is beautiful
to look at, Abithar,” her grandfather had said as he had watched his grandson’s
attention divert elsewhere for a moment, “not only because of its colors, but because
it is a reminder that, through every storm, whether in the skies or in our
lives, He will paint a rainbow. Sunny days,” he paused momentarily, as if searching for the right words, “Sunny days reflect the
light He brings. There is a light at
the end of every dark tunnel, if we only trust in our great Jehovah, and His
holy Name. Now get along for evening prayers, children. Pestering for another
story will be useless…” It never was,
Abigail smiled almost ruefully as she remembered how much she and her brothers
had teased the old man. However, it was true. She remembered the truths spoken
in the story at the slight resemblance of every rainbow...
- An excerpt from my latest short story. Copyright SierraBrewer, 2012.