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three line tales, week 212: a mermaid sitting on a rock in the ocean during golden hour

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash

Many mistake her as a mermaid sitting on the rock and enjoying the sun or a siren singing to lure ships to its demise – aye, that is what sailors in olden days would claim.

But her kind is far older than that old silly legend men would tell to unsuspecting listeners.

She is a woman.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 212

The Treasure at the End of the Rainbow

“…and at the end of the rainbow, you’ll find the pot of gold, they said,” he muttered as he trudged along the path, hoisting the baggage over his shoulder. “That’s where the pot of gold is buried, they said.”

He paused in his steps, shifted the baggage to the other shoulder and looked at the sky. “Can’t the legend have that pot of gold buried under some tree or better still, have it sunk to the bottom of the ocean?”

He sighed and stared ahead of him. The dirt track appeared never-ending; he would never reach the end of the rainbow!

He heaved an even bigger sigh and continued his journey.

“Well, at least if I can’t reach the end of the rainbow and bury this stupid pot of gold, the humans definitely can’t reach the end of the rainbow too,” the leprechaun grumbled as he continued his journey.

(149 words)

Hahaha, just a silly story that popped into my mind when I saw this image. I remember I could not understand why there would be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Living in a tropical island, it is rather common to see rainbow since we have frequent cloudbursts and unpredictable rains. But the rainbow never quite stretches from one end to the other end; instead, the rainbow just truncates halfway across the sky, as if a child got bored of shading the seven colours and just went “That’s it, this is good enough.”

I guess this is my way of explaining the legend. Or mansplaining the legend. Or complaining. LOL.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

An answering photo
A cartoon
A joke
A caption
An anecdote
A short story (flash fiction)
A poem
A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
An essay
A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

Your creative offering is indeed yours
Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #35