Rainbow Sprinkles

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She loved rainbow sprinkles. Once she had a shaker of the things you could not pry them from her tiny fingers. She could put them on anything, make them fly all over the carpet, drop them over the side of a bridge and watch them fall into their own rainbow; she was always happy with them.

The can now sits on the mantlepiece and there are no rainbow sprinkles inside. They were displaced a long time ago with something as precious to us as the sweets were to her. Sometimes, when the life is gone from the day, I sit and cradle the can in my arms, like I used to with my daughter – my beautiful daughter.

It was the bridge and it was my nephew. He was just playing with her and she was playing with the sprinkles. He didn’t mean to drop her; he couldn’t mean to! He was only twelve. There was no gleeful sinning smile across his face as my own face dropped. I couldn’t scream. How could I scream?

I simply froze, and all too quickly I was in black, and my precious thing had displaced her own inside that too small can.

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  1. Avatar JayDee

    Very emotional stuff, and a very powerful metaphor in the can of rainbow sprinkles. It’s such a vivid image, of a child pouring rainbow colours over everything, which of course, is exactly what children do: they bring light and joy to our lives… and also mess.

    The defense of the nephew in the second to last paragraph seems a little too vigorous: a bit of of place. There’s a mournful, desolated tone in the rest of the piece that kind of makes me think that these are old scars, or that the narrator is still in shock. So the exclamation mark and the strong, forceful sentences seem a little too high in energy for me, personally.