Flash Fictions
Religion's Last Gasp
Hey, how do you know what a rainbow tastes like? You've never tasted a rainbow. Its colors might look a broad array of juicy, fruit flavored treats, but something is missing. And something can be translated into English. There is a smallish group of red-headed translators living in northwestern Oklahoma. They live in a highly fortified complex, guarded by a healthy mix of vitamins and minerals. When considering colors and the bouncing qualities of light and precipitation, there is always room for tightly lidded containers of multi-vitamins. Considerations must be considered however, because considering is what those words imply. But things always taste differently in the rain. And with a stomach full of pills and head full of translations, you'll have to fight the sun for a taste of light's full spectrum.
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Raising rabbits is not easy. No, no it's really not. If you get scared, e-mail me and I'll calm you down. Things being what things being.
