This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the arrival of the weather. It can mean any kind of weather event meteorological or mythological. Is the weather personified, random, or calculating? Where does it arrive? Is it typical or epoch-changing? Who is involved? And if the Womam Who Doesn’t Want Red Hair shows up, well, ask her what’s happening. Go where the prompt leads!
This is my response. I hope you enjoy it. I’ve drawn on the same group of characters as appeared in a previous story.
Whether the Weather
Thunderous footsteps echoed down the hall, announcing her arrival.
“Look what the storm blew in.” One aunt grimaced, nodding towards the figure in the doorway.
“I’d say she brought the storm with her. As usual,” said another, noticing the flashing eyes and dark clouds encircling her wild red hair.
“Don’t worry,” said a third. “It’ll just be a storm in her E-cup.”
“Don’t you mean teacup?” asked Josie.
“No,” said the third, patting her chest. “Elsie’s always too big for her E-cup.”
The aunts laughed, but as Elsie stormed towards them, their laughter evaporated as quickly as a sunshower.
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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Journey to Home can be read at the Carrot Ranch. Sadly, I missed that one. Perhaps I could have written about Josie’s journey home, if I’d thought of it.
Norah Colvin 
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