The sky was a miserable grey over the abandoned, rain-drenched pier as she stood on the very edge, looking into the beckoning deep, feeling the damp in her bones.
At the last moment, she took a breath and looked up to see a sky lit up by the shimmering bands of a rainbow.
She walked home, watching how the light played in the puddles and smelling that wonderful after-rain smell.
This for Three Line Tales, Week 192. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Sara Riaño for providing the prompt photo!
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