5
Feb

The Weather Gods Need Coffee – Flash Fiction Story

Reading Time: 2 minutes

‘When I ask, you will speak!’

The sun god was the biggest bully. He thought his sunny disposition allowed him the liberty to push the other weather gods around.

But he alone didn’t harbor this misconception. The wind god was only a step behind him.

‘Can’t you hear? He’s talking to you.’

The target was the sleet god. The insignificant one. Neither rain nor snow but a messy mixture of the two. The unwanted weakling who was even hated by the mortals.

‘I don’t know how this happened. Some mix up in the schedule?’

Though consistently taunted and badgered, the sleet god was the least bit intimidated. His icy exterior deflected the remarks, his tone tired and disinterested.

‘Coffee anyone? Hahahaha.’

It was the snow god, standing with a pot and five cups, pristine and elegant as always.

‘Oh come on now. Tell me you want some.’

The words were for everyone, but the soft purr and batting eyelashes were for the sun god, the radiant one.’

‘Pour me a strong one. I hate my life.’

The rain god had spoken, his daily words of wisdom, the never-ending turmoil residing in his red eyes.

‘Sure sweety. One cup for my depressed baby.’

‘Hey snowflake! I’ll take one too.’

The sun god avoided direct eye contact, but he felt the snow god’s eyes all over him, and he muttered to himself.

‘What a weirdo.’

The snow god faked the biggest frown.

‘I heard that. But I forgive you. Hahahaha.’

Steaming hot cups of coffee, five gods perched upon the clouds, sipping and sighing, thinking and waiting.’

‘You’ll be punished for disobeying.’

The wind god could never stop huffing and puffing, his moaning voice poking the sleet god, a threat that was as sturdy as his gusty nature.

‘Watch your mouth before I freeze it shut.’

The rebuttal was tough and unexpected. Sleet was sick of the macho bullshit.

How could the sun god keep out of a stewing fight?

‘You two, shut up! I give the orders around here!’

No one expected the rain god to emerge and steal the spotlight.

‘I hate this fighting. Can’t take it anymore. I’m going to jump.’

Down fell the rain, his screams swallowed by the thundering clouds.

‘That stupid idiot! I’m going to blow some sense into him.’

The wind god descended, his squalls of rage blasting the rain.

The sleet god saw this as a chance to flee and dropped off the edge of the cloud.

The sun and snow stared at each other, one regretting the moment, the other blushing from excitement.

‘Hey! Wait for me!’

The sun was gone in a matter of seconds. That left the snow god alone pouring himself another cup. He needed the extra caffeine to compete with the others. Three large gulps and then a twirly bounce sent him spinning downwards.

Britta Benson, an unsuspecting mortal, looked out her window at the crazy weather. Rain, wind, sleet, sunshine, snow, all together, barely lasting for even five minutes. She sighed and took an unusually large sip of her coffee, a stray thought lingered in her mind – maybe the weather gods need some coffee. If only she knew…


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