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    Beyond Rainbow: 6 Tales of the Fantastical
    Beyond Rainbow: 6 Tales of the Fantastical
    Beyond Rainbow: 6 Tales of the Fantastical
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    Beyond Rainbow: 6 Tales of the Fantastical

    By Anne E. Johnson

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    From neo-folklore to urban fantasy, from ancient villages to modern suburbs, award-winning author Anne E. Johnson explores a wide range of fantastical fiction in this collection. A man becomes fascinated by a child who saves lives in Connecticut; two sibling gemstones compete for the attention of the humans who use them for magic; an institutionalized patient hears hostile beings in the radiator...

    These six little stories will by turns disturb, challenge, and mesmerize you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnne E. Johnson
    Release dateJul 1, 2016
    ISBN9781533715784
    Beyond Rainbow: 6 Tales of the Fantastical

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      Beyond Rainbow - Anne E. Johnson

      BEYOND RAINBOW

      ––––––––

      Whistling the newest tune by Franz Schubert, Reggie stepped lightly down the gravel road. Behind him he tugged a little cart bearing an easel, a canvas, four brushes, and a paint palette. He treasured this morning ritual when the weather allowed it. Now was full spring, and the valley’s blossoms were more glorious with each passing week.

      But today the valley looked different. Reggie’s excitement turned to deeper wonder at the glistening colors blanketing the ground.

      Like a rainbow came to earth, he said. The tears in his eyes made the heavenly colors gleam. In all my years, I’ve never seen such flowers.

      His easel erected, his palette on his thumb, Reggie let his brush hover over the paints. I can’t do it. He surveyed the breathtaking scene. I cannot capture this. So he set down his paints and pulled the knife from his belt. Instead of painting, Reggie spent the whole day cutting blossoms from their stems. By nightfall, he had ten thousand petals in his cart, held down by his canvas and easel.

      Back home, he filled a sack twelve times to transport the flowers up to his garret. There he crushed them with a pestle, batch by batch, until he’d pureed them into a thick paste. This he blended into a bowl of white paint, so he could spread that spectral shimmer across a canvas and so preserve the splendor of the flowered valley.

      The paint was iridescent, with a bronze undertone. It defies description. It’s every color, yet no color on earth! Giddily he set up the easel in his room. No need to travel to the valley. The magnificent flowers were now captive on his palette. He had only to create a painting that showed the world their surpassing beauty.

      Reggie worked without rest. He took no food and only a few sips of wine. By morning his arms and torso were numb. He found it difficult to blink his eyes or move his mouth. As the sun poked through his blinds, the room seemed filled with a sparkling haze.

      The magic color is everywhere! he struggled to say. Painfully, he lifted his hand before his face. He saw metallic molecules growing over his skin. He felt them overtaking and transforming his flesh. His movements became stiff and slow until he couldn’t move at all. Although Reggie knew his mortal life was done, it didn’t trouble him. With one last, great effort, he turned to face the newly painted canvas, so he could be galvanized for eternity with those celestial blossoms in his view.

      The glistening cancer froze every cell, but it didn’t stop with his body. It spread to the paintbrush in his right hand and the palette in his left. As Reggie stood there frozen, even his clothing crusted over with rainbowed bronze.

      But Reggie’s mind never stopped painting. It stayed independent, unaware

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