Curious Bla Bla Cult

The bla bla sister cult gets curious-er and curious-er but is decidedly benign. Nothing to do with "the blas," all right? The idea here is one of talking, Lots of talking. Lots of talking on a regular basis.
A metallic red 2002 Toyota Fourunner is quietly cruising through a crisp clear moonlit October night. Inside, seven balloons, five middle age women, talking, talking a lot and laughing, an unopened bottle of wine, fancy stem glasses and generous supply of chocolate.
Five, dare I say, middle age women who are un sister sisters. No common parents unless the metaphysical is your bag, But living like sisters none the less.
It's Ten PM on a one year anniversary. One year to the hour since number five found her husband of seven years hung by the neck, dead.
Volcanic upheaval birthing the pale blue Cascade mountains glistening around them may hint at such emotion. I can not. Sisters however do not let a sister mark this moment alone and so the seven balloons, one for each year of the widow's marriage, five women, wine and chocolate.
The old horrific memory must yield. A new memory was imposing its will on them all.
What appeared as a crystal city bathed in intense white light etched itself on the westward facing bay. A bright orange eternal flame from the city serving as the oil refineries burn off vent lit the empty bay view parking.
Cork popped glasses passed around and wine flowing when the police car crunched into the gravel parking lot behind them. His spot filled the car with dread. Open bottle in a car if you get my drift.
"Yea, roger copy that," crackled from the police radio.
Number five drug her seven balloons out of the back door filling the officers field of vision with an other worldly diversion. Bla Bla sis number one took the cop head on with a charm offensive.
"You gals can't park here after dark." the twenty something officer commanded defensively stepping back out of the patrol car as Bla Bla numero uno confidently approached.
"I'm sorry officer. This is the one year anniversary of my girlfriends widowhood. She's only forty one and we came down here to help her create a new memory of this date. We came here to do a balloon release."
She spoke with authority as if everybody should know what a balloon release is, what it means and that it must be a good thing.
"Is there any place you could suggest for us to go?"
The officer stroked his rugged stubbled jaw as if he had been slapped. A full thirty seconds latter he cleared his throat.
"I'm here to enforce the law..."
He slid the badge emblazoned ball cap back on his head and crossed his arms.
"This doesn't seem like it should be against the law...
Don't see a wild party ensuing..."
Having convinced himself, the young officers blush went unnoticed in the intense moonlight.
"You go right ahead and get done what you need to do. I'm the only one on duty." he said in a pensive tone.
"ahhh, should I wish you good luck? For the...celebration? Is it a celebration? "
Number one placed her hand forward for a firm hand shake,"Officer; you are a good man!"
With a theatrical gesture, she stretched her arms out behind the red truck partly to hide the opened wine within and entreated, "Protect us from anyone who comes by."
The young officer smiled, extinguished his spot and left.
Up went the first balloon with note attached
"The departed birthday"
Wine glasses raised in salute
Second balloon
"to forever"
Wine, chocolate and huzzah following
three
"I miss your humor."
again the women cheered
Seven times they released the past and celebrated the future.
"See you in heaven."
Number five led. The others followed, "see you in heaven" they cheered.
"Love you..."
Whatever the widow said the women echoed and followed with a cheer, wine and chocolate till finally the last balloon disappeared beyond the light of the crystal city and its eternal flame into the canopy of a million million stars.