THE END OF THE RAINBOW (the story so far…)
0. It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
1. The Beginning of the Rainbow
2. Mrs. Callahan and the Sketchbook
3. Mrs. Callahan and the Rainbow
4. Mrs. Callahan and the Four-Leaf Clover
5. Faith and the Prospector
6. The End of the Rainbow
MRS. CALLAHAN AND THE SKETCHBOOK
Overcast and leaden sky
Faith stares out the window
steady drizzle of rain.
Her locket necklace in her hand.
The soggy pages from her
sketchbook laid out on the tables
to dry, but clearly ruined.
The doorbell rings.
Mom, in her formal clothes,
comes into the dining room.
Tries to tame her hair with a comb.
That must be Mrs. Callahan.
She’s going to watch you
and your brother this afternoon.
Your father and I have to go
into town for a while.
Mom gives up trying to comb
her hair and just pulls it back
into a ponytail.
Are you coming back?
Of course we are, honey.
What kind of question is that?
The doorbell rings again.
Mom goes to answer it.
Faith shrugs, looks out the window
down at the empty parking area
furrows her brow.
Voices in the foyer. …
It is disorienting
talking to my friends
who are convinced
they have unlocked The Truth
deep on the Internet and among
the posts of fellow true believers.
But is it really that much different
from those who believe their version
of God is the one most pleasing
to His ears? I just don’t know.
I certainly don’t have any answers.
Well, I do have mine.
Having been on four continents
in some seventy-five countries,
doing both good and not great things,
it seems to me people everywhere
are just trying to get on with getting by,
just like me. Most nice, some not so friendly,
but I haven’t always knocked politely.
I know we all take sides and form teams
per the dictates of the internal logic
of our personal situations, but it shouldn’t
be a dream that the less complicated choice
to make is to just be decent to each other. …
IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT
(Exaggerated) It was a dark and stormy night…
You can’t start like that.
Because it’s like the worst way to open a story. Like, ever.
Good enough for Snoopy.
Charles Shultz was making fun of it.
Who’s Charles Shoots?
Never mind. Start another way.
It was dark that night, wasn’t it?
And it was stormy. Right?
Very, very stormy.
And it was night?
If it was dark and it was stormy and it was night, why can’t we just say so? It’s the truth. That’s how it actually was.
You’re too smart for your own good. Oh, stop grinning like the Cheshire Cat. …