I’d assumed the midnight sun would be special. All I saw was a low, dull sun; watery light.

A luminous gloom filled the space between the tree-trunks, flattening all colours. I pulled flowers: catch-fly, lady’s mantle.

A cascade of dew spilled from one. Momentarily, I saw a rainbow at midnight.

Christina Nordlander lives outside Manchester, the UK, with her husband. She has published approximately 30 short stories and other pieces, primarily within horror and dark fantasy.