an ode to the rainbow slinky

Sam thought of the slinky he once had as a kid. Dean won it at the fair throwing darts at balloons, "candy from a baby Sammy" Dean had smirked. He remembered the closed perfect tight coils and how Dean had run through the house with it, one end under the leg of a kitchen chair, stretching it and snapping it back over and over again. Later they had stood toe to toe and wrapped it around, linked the ends together, fitted the circles on top of each other forming a never ending ellipse.  A rainbow of colors. Eventually the coils tangled in on themselves, mashed together in a dubious mess of cursive ins and outs, an elusive poem written in rainbow ink.

Last summer I made an attempt at a 30_sentences challenge. Apparently 30 sentences are beyond my reach. But I did a bunch of random boy writing and this was one of the things I wrote after going to the fair in the summer. It has been hiding in a spiral notebook that I may one day burn. Please ignore tenses, sentence structure, punctuation, and everything else that is important in writing and look only at the content. I've kinda been kripked and I love it... :) thank you.

NOTE: I am not a writer, I am only pretending to be one for this post....also I resisted the urge to write this in rainbow colors. You're welcome.

It was recently pointed out to me by bythedamned that my comment was nearly cannon. Apparently I left a story comment with my rainbow slinky imagery back in the fall!!! Yeah!!!! I have a timeline. :) This made me happy.
 http://lazy-daze.livejournal.com/718669.html?view=16745037#t16745037   wonderful story of course!!!