The Rapture
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No common rainbow could have stopped the shoppers in the mall. It topped the postal tower and through the shower it shone full spectrum. Red to violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red. “Repent” a deep voice loudly said. All shocked the people looked around. “Repent.” No speaker boomed the sound. It was the rainbow. Spikes of light sparked from the tower. “The hour is come.” It spoke like choirs condensed to one immense bass-baritone. “Now is the hour.” Some sceptics groaned. “Your disbelief is noted.” Kneeling, many prayed; the voice rolled rumbling round the square. Then rain, bright silver and suffused with light, fell softly on their hair. A thousand white balloons appeared and rose up like returning stars and one by one some shoppers floated, fading into yellow white, while disbelievers pushed their carts refusing to admit the sight. They loaded up and drove away and could not tell that they had stayed behind in hell. by Janet Kenny |