Roiling In

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A storm of a different kind.

Submitted: January 12, 2018

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Roiling In

Not long ago they had been the best of friends, Donny and Steve. They’d known each other for years, shared similar interests and opinions. Then there had been a falling out. No longer were they seen in each other’s company, chatting and joking. If they should walk past each other they would either glare or look the other way.

Their fellow colleagues were bemused. Nobody knew what the fall-out was over, what had happened to fracture this friendship. Plenty of people put forward explanations, suggestions; but they were all suppositions. The truth was that they were all clueless.

Suddenly things changed again, becoming really hostile. Donny’s friends said Steve had crossed the line; Steve’s friends said Donny had gone too far. Either way, it was all-out war; a fight to be taken outside.

They stood there, facing each other, almost within arm’s reach. There were shouts of anger, abuse was hurled. Very soon, a quite substantial audience had gathered, egging them on with quiet chants of, ‘Fight. Fight. Fight.’

Was it Donny that took that first step forward? Or was it Steve? Hands were gripped tightly, forming fists, but as yet no punches had been exchanged. One of them shoved forward to make the other stumble, a movement that was repeated the opposite way. Mutual hatred blazed from their eyes and fists began to be aimed, punches thrown; there was no pulling back now.

The gathered audience were in their element. If there had been any allegiance to either opponent at the start, it had now disappeared to be replaced by an almost frenetic desire to see blood.

Clouds roiled in, from East, from West. Big black storm clouds that hung heavy in the sky. They sped towards each other, clashing above the heads of the fighters in a big roar of thunder. The lightning flashed, touched the ground, about a foot away from where the battle was taking place. Then rain poured from the sky, soaking the onlookers as well as the enemies, who still seemed to be oblivious.

Once again the thunder rumbled, so loudly the ground trembled. Lightning simultaneously split the sky, forking above their heads and splitting in two. One electric bolt struck the ground next to Donny’s left foot, while another sizzled through the air to land next to Steve’s.

The audience suddenly seemed to snap out from whatever had held them entranced. Did they realize the danger that they were in? That electricity and water together can be a fatal mix? They moved off as one, going at a pretty rapid rate towards the building.

Was that what drew Steve’s attention? Donny seized the advantage and delivered a knockout blow. As Steve hit the ground the clouds dispersed; had the storm ever been there at all?

Donny looked down in victory, sneered at his floored opponent. So, his fist was a bit sore; he’d live with it. The bell rang, time for class. He strode on through the corridors, acknowledging the congratulations as though they were no less than his due.

When someone muttered he had delivered a low blow, had took advantage.....had cheated, Donny stopped, stared them in the eye and said, “If you want, we can take it outside. Anyone want to take me on.”

Off to the left a voice spoke up. “You’re on, Donny.”

Looking down his nose at the much shorter figure, Donny nodded, squared up his shoulders. “Okay, Kim. Next break!”

 


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