The Day It Rained Skittles
“I can’t believe it!”
“They actually did it!”
“Honey, look! Hurry!”
All around the town square in Maysbury, a small farming village in England, everyone was outside, staring sky-ward in their ragged clothes, experiencing the miracle of the twenty-second century.
One dirty, little girl stood there, her mouth open in amazement as little orbs of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, all the colors of the rainbow, fell around her. They gathered in small “puddles” in the cracks in the streets, in the dirt, and in between the tracks of the fabled “train” that had rode through the town more than 50 years ago.
She looked at one that had fallen right into her hand. A small, bright red sphere, smaller than her favorite pebble at home. It’s vibrant color reminded her of the colored pencil her grandma had gotten her for her birthday. She stared one last time at the small candy in her hand before popping it quickly into her mouth.
And once again, candy brought a long-lost smile to a child’s face.