She Waits for Thunder

by The Red Parade


lightning

Waves lap against the side of the boat.

Lofty leans over the side lazily, staring down at the welcoming blue waters below her.

She sees her own reflection staring up at her.

Her face looks as neutral as it usually does. It hides the anger brewing inside of her. “Where were you yesterday?”

“Huh?” It comes out surprised. “What do you mean?”

Lofty snorts. “You stood me up. I waited three hours for you.”

Holiday blinks. “Aw, crikey, I thought that was next week! Lofty, I–”

A hoof is raised to cut her off. “Don’t,” she says.

Quiet. 

Holiday raises an eyebrow. “What’s bitten you?” 

Lofty whirls around to glare. “You! You told me it was over between you two!”

Holiday’s face darkens. “How’s that any of your business? How’d you even–”

“Snap told me,” Lofty says. “Holly, you said you two were done!”

Holiday snorts. “She said she was sorry and it wasn’t gonna happen again.”

“Did she? Did she really, or are you just twisting your words because you’re desperate to get back in her bed?” It comes bitter, harsher than she had intended.

Holiday shoves her. “Oi! My relationship with Rolling isn’t any of your business!”

“It is when you keep getting hurt by her! And you keep going back for more!” 

They’re shouting now, ruining the serene, rhythmic crashes of the waves. 

“You don’t know what we’re like! You just can’t get over your own hatred of her!”

The boat rocks with their motions as they surge towards each other. 

Lofty jabs a wing into Holiday’s chest. “Well, I’m so sorry for caring about my friend!”

Holiday rolls her eyes, “Yeah, sure. I’m starting to think you’re just jealous.”

“Jealous. Jealous?!” A wave crashes into the boat. “I’m not jealous, I’m pissed. And I’m pissed because Rolling Thunder walked out of your house, wearing the scarf. THE SCARF I MADE FOR YOU!”

Another second of silence passes. It grows larger with every second. 

Holiday chokes, trying to find the words. Lofty doesn’t want to hear them. 

She spreads her wings and flies away from the boat. 

Back to land. Towards the storm. 

Her tears fall off her cheek and are swept away by the ocean.