For Shelley Martin; enjoy.
By the time it ended she would understand why it had begun.
Marla blinked at the fortune teller and turned to her friend. Becky was big eyed and nodding in agreement with the fortune teller like she had understood his cryptic telling.
“What a crock of shit,” Marla commented and stood. “You may believe it, but I know better.”
She walked out of the tent and met the dusk with a glare. So much of the day had been wasted at this stupid carnival on her sweet 16th. She looked around for her boyfriend. He’d said he was going to try to win her a prize. She was thinking about making her sweet 16th very sweet and invite him to visit her room later. It would be an amazing top off to this oddball day. Her own parents had left for a bowling tournament in the next town and forgotten her special day. The devil-may-care attitude could sometimes get old. At least she got to take dad’s car. Becky came out of the tent just as Marla spotted Chris.
“That was very rude,” she said but when she saw the look on Marla’s face she paused and turned her head.
Chris was leaning against the seven mirror maze. He was embracing a petite blonde. Becky winced when she saw that it was the kind of embrace you don’t want to see your boyfriend having unless you were having an out of body experience and watching yourself.
Becky turned to console Marla but stopped with her hand out-reached. The blood had faded from Marla’s face and she stood, stony faced and emotionless. Her fisted hands gave away the stark anger that seemed to pulse from her.
A strange wind started up, dusting the dirt up at their feet at first and then whipping through their hair. The haunting carnival music stopped abruptly. A few pieces of hail hit the blonde in the head and she startled away from Chris. He threw an arm over her and looked around a bit frantically.
The wind continued, pulling itself into funnel and sucking up debris only to shoot it up and out. The ground shook in waves.
Becky giggled with glee. Marla’s lips quirked slightly, but she pulled her frown back and squeezed her fists tighter.
People were starting to scream and run around. The seven mirror maze shook, the sound of breaking glass echoing the wind’s roar. Marla yelled and flung out a hand. The maze broke apart and swept Chris and the blonde in before closing back up, pulling in the wind behind them with a whoosh.
Marla let out a contented sigh. Becky giggled again. The music started back up.
“Feel like joining me downstairs to mete out some vengeance?” Marla asked Becky.
Becky nodded but spoke up for the blonde, “she probably didn’t know you existed, ya know.”
Marla shrugged, “By the time this ends, she’ll understand why it begun.”
Becky giggled again. “See? Some of those guys really know how to tell a fortune.”
Marla rolled her eyes before sinking downstairs.