Weather Girls

Thick was the air, so muggy that a knife could cut through it. Just another one of those days when she just wanted to be alone. Away from it all, down the stairs, next to the pool of the condominium complex. Away from the swishing ice of the red plastic cups, the senseless chatter, the brooding heavy trap music. Anna was no party girl, but with the mascara running, the shimmering gold miniskirt and red-bottomed pumps said otherwise.

She fished through her Chanel bag for a moment retrieving a key lime pie flavored vape pen and took a long drag, and stared up at the sky, past the twinkling lights of downtown Dallas in the distance a crescent moon with a singular star in the distance hung overhead. It was 12:40 AM, and she needed to calm herself. “A breath full of stress air,” Anna thought bitterly hugging herself quoting an anti-tobacco commercial as a draft of cool springtime air cut through the Texas heat sending a chill down her spine.

Someone’s coming, she thought the familiarity of her instinct that she’d learned to trust so well caused her to turn slowly around to face her best friend Isobel who was clad in a shimmering black bandage dress, her hair piled into a tight black bun in contrast to Anna’s wavy chestnut hair, both of their vivid green eyes locked in a moment.

“I cannot believe we just did that,” Isobel gripped instantly. “We were running out of time,” Anna reassured. “Plus, don’t you think we’re too old to be crashing an early 20-something’s kickback?”

“Sing me a new song,” Isobel snapped starting to pace nervously.

“How much longer until they find out?”

“The deed is done, now he can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

Anna took a puff of her vape pen, Anna seized it out of her hands and tossed it into the pool.

“Really?”

“Hello? Cancer?”

“We’re immune.”

“With that mascara running down your cheeks, you don’t look immune to anything.”

“It’s just my curse, isn’t it?”

“So, are you going to clean your face and head back inside?”

“I think I’ll take a rain check.”

“People will start to get suspicious.”

Between the two a wisp of smoke erupted into a ball of flames and a force that pushed both women off their feet.

From a crumpled heap, across the way, Isobel cried “I thought we got all of them!”

“It looks to be a coven!” The flames solidified into a burly-looking man of a very pale complexion. His pupils seemed to extend to the width of his eyes. Anna quick to her feet extended her palms and two bolts of electricity shot forth. The man frantically waved a hand the bolt rebounded in Anna’s direction which she sailed out of the way in a tumble before turning to Isobel who seemed to do a cycling motion with her hands. “Is that all you’ve got, witches?” The man demanded sending a ball of flames in Isobel’s direction at that moment a treacherous rain started to fall extinguishing the fireball instantly. Anna, quicky to her feet extended a hand to the sky closed her eyes, and turned her face to the ground.

“Holy-!” The man started but was silent by a tremendous bolt of lightning that issued from heaven and incinerated him to nothingness. Isobel crossed to Anna amid the rain that started to slack. “Are you good?” “How about I take you on that rain-check, it looks like we’ve got work to do.”

“I know right.”