Bolt

The rain was coming down hard. There was thunder and lightning in the sky. Aaron stood on the side of pool with umbrella. He looked over his shoulder at Deborah.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He asked her with a nervous smile.

“We swapped bodies last time we were in this pool when that weird lightning bolt struck it while we swam. Maybe if another bolt strikes it again we’ll swap back,” She reasoned.

“But that bolt struck on a clear day out of nowhere. It wasn’t normal. It was almost like magic. This feels like a real storm...a dangerous one at that!”

“Can you think of any other time lightning will strike? It’s been a week since we’ve even had any rain. Now maybe you’re enjoying my body. Maybe you love that one piece swimsuit and my skirts and dresses. Maybe in another week you’ll just love sticking a tampon --”

Aaron cut her off, “I get it! Let’s give this a try! But I sure hope we end up back in our own bodies and not the hospital.”