The unannounced sun beams into the kitchen, spotlighting its flaws.
A forensic scene of children’s fingerprints, toasted crumbs, and syrupy smudges.
Crayola-coloured patterns of joy dance across the floor as he bends his way through a window crystal.

In the evening, the truth is gone, but so are the rainbows.

Deirdre Smith has dabbled in writing for as long as she can remember. She is a stay-at-home mom and a part-time Guidance Counsellor. She resides in the always colourful St. John’s, Newfoundland.