|PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart|
Paddy clutched his recently retrieved Pot of Gold that Seamus had hidden at the top of the Eiffel Tower and looked around in frustration.
The mischievous reciprocal thieving between Paddy and Seamus had gone too far and Paddy was adrift on mainland Europe.
He crouched by a fountain, invisible to passers by, because that is the nature of Leprechauns.
The city was beautiful to be sure, but he needed to conjure a rainbow to lead him home.
He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Not many people knew that every time it rained on a sunny day, Leprechauns were the culprits.