The Rainbow Beyond the Mountain

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s shoulders, Cory pushed on. The muscles in his legs burned as he climbed. He kept his eyes on the ground just in front of his boots as it appeared out of the fog with each step, watching for loose rocks and scree.</p><p id="8882">This mountain wasn’t a difficult climb as mountains went, but Cory wasn’t a mountain climber and this was the farthest he’d ever walked from his home. Every part of his body hurt.</p><p id="26ec">But then he reached the summit.</p><p id="d3b0"><i>There is gold at the end of the rainbow, a treasure that no one can hold.</i></p><p id="de9f">The trek down the other side of the mountain was possibly even more difficult than the climb up had been. Still enshrouded in fog, Cory could see only one or two feet before him at times. Gravity tried to pull him forward, to speed up his walk to a run, but he held back, afraid of falling into something he couldn’t see. His shins burned at the strain.</p><p id="86d2">He reached the bottom suddenly, coming out of the fog into a sun-drenched valley that spread out before him, green and bright. A rainbow reached down out of the cloud to touch the valley floor in a profusion of colour and light.</p><p id="1ea0"><i>The wealth at the end o

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f the rainbow cannot be purchased or sold.</i></p><p id="32bb">At the end of the rainbow, drenched in light, stood a man. He was the most beautiful person Cory had ever seen. His hair fell over his shoulders like white silk but, as he moved, all the colours of the rainbow refracted in the shimmering strands. His eyes were like bits of the sky.</p><p id="e496">He smiled at Cory and it was like the sun was smiling on him.</p><p id="9004">For the first time in his life, Cory knew who he was.</p><p id="892a"><i>The prize at the end of the rainbow is everything that you seek And at the end of the rainbow is treasure worth more than gold.</i></p><div id="9293" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-short-fiction-on-medium-c6353e17a57a"> <div> <div> <h2>Poetic Prose</h2> <div><h3>My little fictional corner</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*eqZyjjieihtNoZPW4owC8w.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A story of finding oneself

The rainbow’s just over the mountain, on the other side of the fog-shrouded peak.

Cory stopped and leaned against a rock face, bracing his feet against the sharp angle of the mountainside. He closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath. When he opened them, he could barely see his hand in front of him.

The fog had thickened as he climbed. From below, it looked like a soft fluffy white blanket wrapped around the mountain’s shoulders. From here, inside the cloud, it was a heavy damp thing that deadened sounds and chilled him to the bone.

Make your way over the mountain, and behold its dazzling mystique.

Shrugging his pack into a less uncomfortable position on his shoulders, Cory pushed on. The muscles in his legs burned as he climbed. He kept his eyes on the ground just in front of his boots as it appeared out of the fog with each step, watching for loose rocks and scree.

This mountain wasn’t a difficult climb as mountains went, but Cory wasn’t a mountain climber and this was the farthest he’d ever walked from his home. Every part of his body hurt.

But then he reached the summit.

There is gold at the end of the rainbow, a treasure that no one can hold.

The trek down the other side of the mountain was possibly even more difficult than the climb up had been. Still enshrouded in fog, Cory could see only one or two feet before him at times. Gravity tried to pull him forward, to speed up his walk to a run, but he held back, afraid of falling into something he couldn’t see. His shins burned at the strain.

He reached the bottom suddenly, coming out of the fog into a sun-drenched valley that spread out before him, green and bright. A rainbow reached down out of the cloud to touch the valley floor in a profusion of colour and light.

The wealth at the end of the rainbow cannot be purchased or sold.

At the end of the rainbow, drenched in light, stood a man. He was the most beautiful person Cory had ever seen. His hair fell over his shoulders like white silk but, as he moved, all the colours of the rainbow refracted in the shimmering strands. His eyes were like bits of the sky.

He smiled at Cory and it was like the sun was smiling on him.

For the first time in his life, Cory knew who he was.

The prize at the end of the rainbow is everything that you seek And at the end of the rainbow is treasure worth more than gold.