Somewhere…

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“Look, Cyril. The right one lands just down this road. Can’t you go any faster?”

“Was that you, asking me to go faster?”

“Yeah! I want to see what’s at the end of it.”

“But you’re always telling me to slow down.”

“I know, but this is an emergency.”

“How can chasing an optical allusion possibly be an emergency?”

“Firstly, it’s an optical illusion not an optical allusion, and secondly… secondly because it is, right?”

“Sorry to contradict you, O Light of my Life, but it’s only an illusion if it’s not there, or if it’s false or deceptive. The secondary bow is there, but it is only referencing the substantive bow – alluding to it, if you will.”

“And if I won’t?”

“Your choice, dear.”

“Are you going to hurry up, or what?”

“I think or what wins by a short head, my love. Let me explain. Experience tells me that the faster you approach the terminus of a rainbow; primary or secondary; the faster it recedes into the distance. Given that the secondary bow is just that, secondary, I submit that our quarry, our true target is the terminator of the primary bow which, as you can clearly see, is located not at the base of this lane, but further to the left.”

“And?”

“And if we turn left at the bottom of this lane, we can approach the primary terminus from the side. It won’t be expecting that, I can tell you.”

“How do you know that?”

“That it won’t be expecting an approach from the side?”

“Yea.”

“Because, my lovely, my precious, my angel, have you ever seen a rainbow from the side?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Neither have I, and that’s why it won’t be expecting us to approach from that direction. We’ll creep up on it unawares then we’ll be able to get what we’re after.”

“That, Cyril, is a crock of—”

“No, Sybil. That is a crock of gold.”

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 301 published on this site.

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