Photo prompt courtesy of Dale Rogerson
I had never thought of my father as crazy, but since the divorce he had loosened his grip on his mind.
I recall driving to his house in mid-July. I got in late and let myself in though the back. While I walked I noticed hundreds of umbrellas suspended above his patio.
I wondered if he was expecting rain.
The following morning, I noticed my father sitting outside.
The sun filtered through the colored umbrellas and cast a flurry of vibrant colors below. He saw me standing in the open doorway and grinned.
“I found the end of the rainbow.”
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