A Thing of the Past
With the exception of one break in the clouds, a blanket of black and gray filled the sky. For the briefest of moments, the last rays of sunlight shone, revealing a rainbow that reached across the sky.
With a final clap of thunder, the clouds abruptly closed, and the rainbow blinked out. Any hope that may have been inspired by that radiant arc was short-lived, as the world prepared for the coming nuclear winter.
Threats of a nuclear military strike were long fodder for widespread news sensationalism, but despite worries about the fumbling attempts by North Korea to develop long range missiles, their efforts were never expected to get off the ground.
Nearly forgotten in the news of blustering by Russian diplomats, and the resulting fear of the use of nuclear weapons in their escalating arsenal, was the fact that many weapons were unaccounted for during the collapse of the Soviet Union in the nineties. Worries over that lost arsenal had faded over the years, so that, when terrorists simultaneously detonated devices in London, Paris, Moscow, Tokyo, Los Angeles, Chicago and New York, the world was caught completely off guard.
Rainbows were now a thing of the past.
More of a scenario than a story, (like much of my micro-fiction) this is my response to Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction challenge #9: Rainbow, which offers a painting by Arkhip Kuindzhi, Rainbow. The word count here is 198.
Image source: Tanais Gallery