This story is written in response to the prompt found at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/rainbows/
Jason stood arrogantly to the side. Phineas Barnum finished another mouthful of dove and grapes. Iris disappeared into the rainbow from whence she came, while Calais and Zetes hovered nearby. The rest of the crew lounged near the banquet table.
“Step right up, son,” Barnum finally bellowed. He added, “You seem trapped between twin dangers.”
“Literally and figuratively,” Jason muttered.
“Well, normally you wouldn’t leave before I found a silver lining in this crowd … but you did rid me of my harpies. Just take one of my doves and follow it closely between the rocks … you probably will get through.”
“Isn’t there an easier way to Georgia?”