La Bruja: Laughter

Serpents of Smoke

Finley laughed.  
Loud and hard, sinking to her knees as her shoulders shook.

She didn’t want to laugh, not when her life was at stake and definitely not in front of this intimidating god-like being, but she couldn’t stop cracking up.   

“Sorry,” She snorted, trying to pull herself together.  “I’m so sorry!”

She took a look at the older woman, so overwrought and dramatic, and fell into another fit of giggles.

“Oh no!” she hid her face in the crook of her arm to muffle her laughter.  

“This is no longer entertaining,” Bothwa said, turning to the door.  “I will take Melissa and be done with this clan and your foolishness.”

“Wait!” Abuelita called, grabbing wildly at the air, but Bothwa was gone. Finely expected Abuelita, who she recognized as more spirit than flesh, to follow Bothwa, but the lady stayed.

Finley’s chuckles tapered off and ended with an amused huff.

A silence settled over the room.

“Aren’t you going to save Melissa?” Finley sniffed, wiping a tear from her eye.  She sat back on her heels and looked up at her visitor.

The woman stared, unresponsive, at the door.

“Right,” Finley shrugged and got to her feet. “Well, we’re done here.”

She opened the door and gestured to the hallway.

“Leave of your own free will, spirit,” Finley offered, “Or be banished.”

The old woman’s eyes came into focus and she pinned Finley with a murderous stare.

“Hurry up,” Finley snapped, tired of the day’s shenanigans. “I have to catch up with James.”

“Your pretty little pastel spells are good,”  The spirit raised her hand, palm outward.  “But only if no one is paying attention.”

“Yeah, ok,” Finley rolled her eyes and tried to recall the words to the banishment. “I see where Melissa picked up her attitude.”

Abuelita clinched her hand into a fist and Finley’s lifeless body clattered to the floor.

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