Wheel of Fortuity

You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.

A work of fiction submitted for the prompt: Sudden Shifts

I hate to be that person in the room, but this time I should just break it down: I knew something is fishy about this beach trip. No pun intended.

First of all, the circumstance my family was in when we got the time and means for this vacation is bizarrely well-fitted. Dad won this lottery thing his colleagues arranged at work which he wasn’t even aware of taking part in, which makes it even better (or worse, if we knew what’s currently happening). It so happened that the hotel reservation and the extra services was available for 5 days exactly on the long weekend as the national holiday falls on Monday, and the holiday is collectively extended up to Wednesday. We got two rooms with a double bed and a single one in each, so naturally I invited Dani and Vin along with me. To our surprise (or not), and another reason why this gets even better (or again, worse), my princessy older sister, Lorraine, decided to spend time with her new boyfriend who apparently is quite the nature lover-slash-adventurer who hikes in his free time. They have planned to go camping for a couple of months and it seems she let go of her dream, sunny vacation less begrudgingly than I would have thought.

Needless to say, we are all very excited about this, as it has been years since our family went on a vacation ever since Dad got promoted and Mum is multitasking with her freelance editing job and taking the leap with a book project. This is the first vacation I am conscious enough to join in, as previously I was too young to even remember anything that is going on, and having the chance to spend it with my closest friends also added to the excitement. That, until the day before we made the trip when Mum suddenly said to us as she was packing, “It’s almost too good to be true.” I stopped munching my chocolate chip cookies (which is the best invention ever) and thought that she’s right. It IS too good to be true. But I don’t want to jinx it, and the cookies are not going to eat themselves, so I continued snacking while keeping the thought in mind. You know, being ready at all times. It’s not Unagi, though–see what I did there?–that is Japanese for eel.

We arrived and everybody immediately embarked from the car to drop our belongings and get changed. Vin and Dani told me they would teach me how to surf, while Mum and Dad wants to relax and sunbathe for a while after the long journey. The extra service allowed us to rent the boards for free, so we rushed to the counter before the line is too long, while Mum was laying two huge towels on a nice spot, enough for the five of us to hang around later. Dad got two big umbrellas, some fresh, cut watermelons and drinks for both him and Mum. He only took a few sips after his head touched the towel and swiftly dozed off. Mum was too absorbed with her watermelon to notice until she was startled with his wheezing, Darth Vader-ish snores.

The day seemed to go on just fine that I almost forget about the “warning” just as Vin, Dani and I got our boards and were ready to dive in the water. The sky suddenly grew darker, accompanied with the rumbling sound of thunder and howling wind. Even Dad was awaken to the sound as he quickly helped Mum with the umbrellas and towels and told us to come off the beach. When something hit Dani’s cheek real hard, Vin and I immediately took each of her arm while carrying the surfboards–Vin took Dani’s as well–and ran off to the entrance of the hotel.

So here we are–Vin, Dani and I–sitting quietly in a table for four in the lobby, gripping our mugs of warm chocolate in the middle of a summer. Mum kept us company for a while, tending to Dani’s cheek–thankfully the stone only scratch her without leaving too big of a bruise–before she decided to continue writing in the computer room available in the hotel. Dad went back to the hotel room as he had a little migraine after the abrupt rouse from the nap and the sprint that follows. Dani seemed to catch me sighing a couple of times as I looked out the window.

“Probably the storm will subside tomorrow, Carrie, no worries,” she said, “we can still teach you surfing tomorrow, right, Vin?”

“Yeah, no problem at all,” Vin replied, “besides, turns out the hotel provides card and board games! We can get one now if everyone is up for it.”

“Maybe later, Vin,” I smiled at them, “But yeah, I hope the storm will be over soon. I just had this thought…”

Vin arched his right eyebrow, “Do share with us.”

I told them about the thing Mum said last night, and added, “You see? Do you think that somehow you should expect something bad will happen when something really good happens? Not to jinx it. Just to prepare yourself when shit like this happens.”

“I suppose so,” Dani began,”but isn’t it kinda sad? It seems almost like we’re restrained from feeling truly happy about the good in our lives.”

“While in reverse,” Vin continued, “it will keep us from being too sad or angry when stupid stuff happens, which is kind of a good thing? Imagine being truly sad and not being able to at least be indifferent with and get over it. That’s scary.”

“True,” Dani softly muttered, “I’m not sure if I should just accept this whole ’emotional anticipation’ thing to cope with pretty much anything…”

“Or to question why it is well-within our limitations that we have so little control of what is happening in our lives,” I finished it for her.

“You know what they say, ‘God would not test you out of your boundaries’ or the sort,” Vin took a sip of his chocolate.

“Wow, weirdly it makes me even more annoyed than before, thinking that there’s someone deciding we should be tested as long as we live when there really is no motivation to prove anything but the fact that we can’t and he can. The irony with that being said supposedly to give people reassurance,” Dani scoffed.

I added,”Exactly, if anything it’s proven pointless numerous times already.”

“Yeah and it’s pointless to delve into it too much either,” Vin got up from his seat, “and I think being miserable doesn’t attract anything to change our luck either. Anyone up for some Twister? Pun intended.”

The three of us snorted. Dani and I nodded as Vin went to get it. At least that one is going to be fun. Moreover, we still have 4 more days.

Well, in this sense, both the good and bad coexist. Or is it because we were just compensating for being deprived of achieving our main goals, not to bruise too much of our egos?

All in all, Lady Fortune, or Lady Randomness, the way I prefer her to be addressed, is still on our side–if she in any way exists– with us at least being stuck in a fancy hotel. Oh no, please don’t let me jinx that.


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