Writing

Filing

I stood on a chalk hill rise and watched a vivid, wonderous rainbow arcing the blue to slate greys skies from autumnal woods to far ploughed fields.  A car stopped on the lane and a young woman got out. She made her way up the rise path to stand beside me, turned and took a grinning, thumbs up selfie of herself and the rainbow.  Her thumbs then danced on her phone, saving and sending the image. When she looked up the rainbow had melted away.

“Oh well,” she said, “at least I have it filed.”

A world become filers, not wonderers.