I came across this photo of rare upside-down rainbows. I’d never heard of such a thing, myself. The sight is setting my brain churning in all kinds of desperate writerly-sf directions.
What if a world existed that only had these up-curved rainbows? There’d be no dreams of leprechauns and pots of gold, no lucky puddles at the rainbows end. Would they few it as a sign of the Gods? As a necklace of color for a chosen one? Or a magic noose that would transport your soul but leave your body dangling dead?
The possiblities are endless–if only I stay up ’til all hours with only my muse for company.
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