Angelfire

I need a cash machine ,looking through my windscreen I spot one,this day is a nightmare it can't get any worse.

Lightning races across the sky I look up at it the clouds look like they boiling up there as another streak of lightning races across the sky.

Fat drops of rain start falling,my car is old vintage she's a beautiful buttery yellow with the original cream leather interior but she's almost 40 years old so she has problems she leaks and she hates the rain.

I turn into the parking lot of a strip mall and reach my hand back to grag a magazine to cover my head my hair is going to be destroyed.

I was so mad that my interview went so horribly that I'm driving with my trench coat and heels,I look up at the sky I'm going to be soaked.

As I get out of my car and slam the door closed another clap of thunder and a blinding strike of lightning turn the day to high definition brightness.

I book it to the awning I'm still drenched in seconds.

At the cash machine a bored security guard does a slow sweep of me before looking away.

The cash machine beeps and gives me my money I stick the money and my card into my pocket I'm holding my keys in my hand the magazine has been discarded.

Lightning strikes the middle of the street and in that split second of brightness I see the most beautiful man I have ever seen his eyes are a glowing emerald green his almost too perfect his olive skin looks airbrushed.

Dressed in grey sweats a white t shirt that's molded to his chest and a zip up hoodie that's hanging off one shoulder, his sunglasses are hooked in the neck of his tshirt.

He must notice me looking because he frowned for a second before turning to the man next too him and saying something.

His friend is tall and looks like he's wearing a costume tall boots a kilt and a coat that looks like it's made of crocodile skin his long dark blonde hair is in revels,dreds and plaits  pulled off his face in a rough topknot, he'd be beautiful too if he wasn't scowling so hard.

At my car my hand slips my keys end up in a puddle as I bend down my eyes flick to him he's flipped up his hood he smiles and says what I'm guessing is see you soon.

Lightning strikes the ground about ten feet from me.

The electricity jolts me off my feet I'm still in the air when another strike hits me in the middle of my chest I can feel it racing along my skin in between my fingers the whole world is thrown into high definition I can see every drop of rain as it falls,see the way it splashes on the tarmac.

The third strike of lightning hits the ground below me and grabs me around my chest like that carnival claw game I'm suspended in the air as lightning races in my blood I can see everything hear everything I can feel it crackling in my hair.

My last thought before the world goes black is this day has definitely gone to shit.