Photo Challenge #319

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  1. […] Posted on June 9, 2020 by Michael It was all true.There at the end of the rainbow was the promised pot of gold.Mind you it did take some looking but determination won out in the end. It was the little man with the large green hat who gave it all away.He was sitting there trying to look as though he was minding his own business when I came upon him.“I’ve come for the gold,” I announced.“What gold?” he asked.“The pot of gold that’s at your feet and what’s at the end of that there rainbow,” I stated matter of fact.“Ha,” he laughed, “ you’re not believing all that nonsense are you? It’s all myth and legend. A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, what a silly silly notion. Now be off with you and be getting on with your business, I’ve things to be taking care of and I don’t need a pimply faced young man hanging around.”“But there’s a rainbow and you are sitting next to the pot of gold,” I replied more determined than ever.“It’s an illusion, nothing more than an illusion, a trick your eyes are playing on you. Now be off I’ve important business to be attending to.”“I found the gold, I want the gold, it’s mine to claim.”“Now look, if there was as you claim a pot of gold, and I’m not saying there is, wouldn’t there be a crowd of fellas here right now all claiming the same? Wouldn’t I be looking down the face of a riot, as they’d all be claiming the gold was theirs? And if there was said pot of gold and I gave it to you then what? What would happen to me? I’d be unemployed and these are tough times, as you well know. Jobs are hard to come by. Having a job is a mark of standing in the community and in my village this hat is a coveted possession. Every second lad wants to wear the hat, wants to guard the gold, if there was any mind you.”“So if I take the gold I then leave you unemployed? That’s terrible, couldn’t you just get another pot of gold?”“Pots of gold aren’t just lying around you know. You only get one and it’s my job to guard it and not give it away. I’d be nothing, penniless, a laughing stock as very few ever find the end of the rainbow let alone the gold.”At that the little man burst into tears and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Did I really need a pot of gold I asked myself? I knew I’d squander most of it and he was right times were tough employment wise. I felt a tear of sympathy come to my eye as I contemplated the predicament we found ourselves in. What to do?I looked down at him and noticed he wasn’t there, nor was the rainbow or the gold. I looked around and found myself standing in a field on the edge of town.I thought as I walked back to town that I had best keep this all to myself after all who might believe such a story?  Written for: […]


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