THE ILL-FATED RACE
“Grab your bag. You know it don’t last long.”
“Already packed from the last one. Didn’t even have to replace the snacks. Last’n disappeared before we’d left town.”
“That’n was a small one. Look at the size of this baby,” Rudolph’s excited was evident. “’Bigger the rainbow, bigger the pot of gold’, Granddad said.”
“Granddad said a lot of things.”
“He won’t’ a lied in his last words… ‘Somewhere over the rainbow…’”
“Rudolph, that wasn’t Granddad. That was Dorothy, of Oz.”
“What did Granddad say?”
“Shut the dad-burn door. It’s cold in here.”
“Oh, then why are we chasing this rainbow?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers: 100 word prompts.
