The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was right there.
But everytime she tried to grab it, something blocked her, like a thin mesh she couldn’t penetrate, dulling her view of the world.
She would fall back and begin the long journey again, reaching up through the fog to the light.
A different medication, a different routine, anything to break the cycle.
She should be happy, her life was full. People tried to understand, it was a disease, an illness.
And so the battle goes. One day she would see the world in bright colour once more.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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