Rainbow

by Susan Holcomb

"Taste the rainbow," my best friend said, and so I tried to lick the windowpane. We were five and dressed like witches. We did not understand metaphor, that the rainbows in our Halloween candy weren't like the rainbows in the sky. The glass was cold. My breath against it made a little cloud. No matter how much I licked, the colors on the glass would not fade.

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Susan Holcomb holds an MFA in writing from the Vermont College of Fine Arts and studied for a PhD in physics at Cornell. Her writing has been or will soon be published in the Southern Indiana Review, The Boston Globe, Crab Creek Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Los Angeles.