Karma's a B***h!

Karma's a B***h!

A Story by barleygirl
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my first spooky story of the season . . .

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“Did you taste the beaker of bat’s blood?” Babs yanks her skimpy barmaid costume from the crack of her butt as she follows her friend out the door.

“Sorry Babs, I just can’t take another blasting rendition of Monster Mash at high volume!” Dana flings her cheap flashy cowboy hat into the brush as she marches toward the parking area. “I gagged on that sweet s**t . . . it’s too gooey!”

“Are we splitting already?” Babs has hesitations about leaving their company-sponsored Halloween bash, but it’s obvious her friend Dana is nearing meltdown. “I mean, I don’t mind. I’m just curious, that’s all.”

“Let’s drive around and get high.” Opening the driver’s side door, Dana dives into her glove box and grabs an ornate tin made for mints but full of joints. “I just need some space and quiet.”

The ladies leap into Dana’s vintage Mustang as a massive squawking owl swoops down close over their heads. “Whoa! What the hell was THAT?”

“I have no freakin’ idea, but this pony is gonna giddyup!” Dana kicks off her blinged-out cowgirl boots and leaves them in the dirt. Then she swings her bare feet inside and slams the car door harder than necessary. She starts up her car and speeds down the dirt driveway followed by a shadow of gravel spray.

“It’s a sweet evening, Dana. Look at the full moon suspended like a spun sugar lollipop down low over the ridge.”

“Speaking of pops, did you try the caramel skulls? I coulda eaten the whole plate.” Dana inhales deeply as she presses the car lighter to the tip of the joint. “I can feel relaxation loosening my skin already!”

“Screw this too-tight hussy get-up anyway!” With that exclamation, Babs is peeling her costume and reaching into the backseat for her regular duds.

Dana glances over to spy Babs squirming into her jeans, amused at her acrobatics in the pint-sized front seat. These two ladies were lovers a long time ago, but it worked out better for them in the friend zone.

“Did something happen in there?” Babs has been uncomfortably aware of a dark mood that descended on her friend during the party. “Who was that gorilla guy in the kitchen? I noticed you made a wide circle around him.”

“I didn’t see any gorilla guy.” Dana asserts through clamped lips as she does a white-knuckle swerve to miss a deer that’s bounding across the curvy mountain road. “I just got a bad vibe from that whole situation.”

“Didn’t you used to work at that place, back in your younger days?”

“It’s changed a lot since then. There used to be a snack-bar type restaurant but now it’s more of a hoity-toity resort setting.” Clenching the steering wheel, Dana pulls her face close to the windshield to peer out into the distance.

“Why are you slowing down? What’s out there?” Babs squints ahead too.

“The guardrail is ripped away, up ahead. I wonder if someone crashed down the ravine.” Dana pulls over and stops the car.

“Are you gonna check it out?” Clearly Babs isn’t up for it.

“Just stay here and don’t worry. I’ll be right back.” Dana always was the brave one between the two of them. “I don’t remember seeing this torn rail as we were driving out to the party earlier.”

Babs rolls down her window to engage in some rapid sniffing, “I smell burnt rubber. Do you smell it, too?”

“Something’s burning my nostrils but I don’t know what.” By the light of the full moon, Dana carefully picks her way along the edge of a steep ravine, squinting down into the gloom for a glimpse of something . . . anything. At a certain point, the moonlight catches something reflective in the thick foliage so Dana steps over the brink and into the abyss to investigate further.

Babs strains her ears as a cacophony of midnight mountain madness stirs beyond the lonely ledge where Dana parked the car. Finally she can’t stand it any longer, so Babs opens the door and steps out into dimly-lit obscurity. “Dana? Oooooh Daaaana? Are you still out here?”

There’s no sound from Dana, but the shadows are punctuated by occasional loud pops and zings from the ravine far below. “Dana? Are you still with me?”

Mustering her courage, Babs takes a tentative step over the edge and into the unknown. Immediately tangled in a sticky spider web, she emphatically swipes it away. After picking her way along the slope for several meters, her eyes become more accustomed to the tree-filtered moonlight. Inhaling the putrid stench of hot petroleum, Babs loses her footing and slides down the steep slope on her butt.

“I told you to stay put!” Dana watches Babs approach the still-creaking, crumpled vehicle but Babs isn’t aware of Dana until her arm is grabbed.

“Eeeeeek! You scared the crap out of me!” As Babs leans over to cradle her knees and catch her breath, the stink of death assaults her nostrils. “Oh my gawd, is that a dead body spilling out of a busted window?”

“Pretty soon it’ll be dead. Give me another minute or two.” Dana grinds her bare heel into the flaccid neck with a vengeance.

“You can’t be serious!” Babs gapes at Dana through the gloomy half-light. Then she looks down at a stained torso barely covered by shirt shreds. “Oh my gawd, is this carcass covered in hair or blood?”

“Both. This jerk is a real gorilla in the flesh, covered in hair, front and back. But now he’s just a hunk of bloody garbage.” Dana’s venomous rant is so powerfully-stated, it nearly knocks Babs from the rocky slope.

“The gorilla from the kitchen?” Babs gags a little, observing the gory scene.

“No, that would be a different gorilla. This one here is a gorilla from my childhood.” As if placing a period at the end of her sentence, Dana kicks the lifeless skull to make sure it’s no longer stirring.

“Should we call 9-1-1?” Babs already knows the answer to her own timid question and isn’t surprised when Dana doesn’t respond. Both ladies scramble back up the steep shale-scattered slope in silence. When they get to the car, both hop in like comatose zombies. Babs waits for Dana to make the next move.

“I’m pretty sure THAT gorilla won’t be grabbing the delicate p*****s of any more pre-teen girls.” Dana twists the key and then stomps on the gas pedal as she turns the page on a dark memory and swerves the car through a long rubber-burning peel-out down the road.




© 2017 barleygirl



Author's Note

barleygirl
This story is my way of saying: "ME, TOO" . . . that is, I have been molested by two different bosses during my long career -- one gorilla when I was 10 & another when I was 30. This is very prevalent & not just amongst the rich & powerful.

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First off, I really loved the way you pulled off the dialogues in between the two characters and the scenario - extremely vivid and rich in details. Second, I wish this could really happen in real life which just marks how we get our happy endings in stories as opposed to reality. Read a recent report of child abuse in another city of my country where the molester was actually arrested and the child (a 5 year old girl) survived - not sure if that's being lucky but ... plus the way it all got hushed up made me all the more angry...
Wouldn't have expected any the least from you in the present circumstances, BG. Powerful write.

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barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

I had never written anything gory until a year ago, around Halloween I started doing a few macabre w.. read more



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First off, I really loved the way you pulled off the dialogues in between the two characters and the scenario - extremely vivid and rich in details. Second, I wish this could really happen in real life which just marks how we get our happy endings in stories as opposed to reality. Read a recent report of child abuse in another city of my country where the molester was actually arrested and the child (a 5 year old girl) survived - not sure if that's being lucky but ... plus the way it all got hushed up made me all the more angry...
Wouldn't have expected any the least from you in the present circumstances, BG. Powerful write.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

I had never written anything gory until a year ago, around Halloween I started doing a few macabre w.. read more
Good story, Bgirl, perfect for Halloween, but I really gotta know...did that Mustang have a 302 or a 351? ;)

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barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

Now that explains your profile pic! *wink! wink!* I'll take your big block any day! (((HUGS)))
Ted Kniffen

4 Weeks Ago

You gotta take the 4 barrel carb and high rise headers too. Oh, and that was 45 yrs. I'm not quite t.. read more
barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

I figured it just FELT like that long . . . *smile*
' “It’s a sweet evening, Dana. Look at the full moon suspended like a spun sugar lollipop down low over the ridge.” You sooo know how to bring mind pictures in a split second, Marie...

I've read your story twice.. probably will read it again before i go into the drenched garden to face
the day... your words need me clearer headed! You write with such amazing verve,, imagination knows no boundaries, your characters and dialogue spot on and more.

And behind it all.. a truth that needs no audible reaction, just a nod, a shrug.. and then turning away.. A tragedy for not merely Hallowe'en. (YOU)

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barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

The first 30 years or so of my life, I would be very much twisted by such experiences. For the next .. read more
emmajoy

4 Weeks Ago

When trying to learn as better HUMAN BEING too, perhaps, dear you. Your post is more than special.
Well, that gorilla got his just deserts! It is very apt that you tell this story, so well written, after a Halloween party. Sadly the ethos of taking sexual advantage of women is still pretty rampant, (in America, in particular, I believe.). It is particularly horrible when it happens to young girls. There has been a lot in the British press about this abuse. But, also sadly, some woman jump on the 'bandwagon' when they themselves were compliant. But good for you for writing this story ... sometimes the 'truth' is worse than the fiction!

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barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

I know what you mean . . . there are two sides to every story. When I was in a position of authority.. read more
Great Aunt Astri

4 Weeks Ago

I really don't like abuse, of any sort. It makes me cringe and I feel so, for the victims. I keep te.. read more
barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

Hmmmm . . . I'll put that in my percolator & see if I can come up with some written answer someday!
Dear, you have a captivating dialogue. It makes a good read. It also educates me on Halloween terminology :) for a writer like me. Well done, Barley. Good write.

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barleygirl

4 Weeks Ago

Yes, dialogue can be hard to get right, so I very much appreciate your review! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Ma.. read more
anything from our minds to body can be taken advantage of. thanks for the nice write.

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Interesting observation! Thanks for sharing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Your Author’s Note is so heart-rending Margie. I’m so sorry you had to go through that abuse-and at 10 years old the first time. Just horrific. This well-written story is full of life and sass and humor. Love your character development of Babs and Dana. You make us see them as real women who are real friends, sharing good times and bad times- butt cracks and all-ha! Surprise ending so gory and superb! Justice served and gorilla be damned. Excellent & hope for a sequel...

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Your compliment about character development means so much to me . . . an essential thing that can be.. read more
Annette Pisano Higley

1 Month Ago

You are so welcome. You rock Margie!:)
I think death is rarely the right punishment, but I can't say I feel particularly bad about the death of someone who molested young girls (or anyone, really). I similarily can't think badly of any abuse done to the creep's body. I'm glad to see a Halloween story from you! The season just didn't seem festive enough.

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Thanks to your prodding . . . that's why I got around to writing this! I'm trying to come up with an.. read more
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" Babs yanks her skimpy barmaid costume from the crack of her butt"

Aaanndd...there was MY hook. These days, my chunky butt acts like it's hungry (a phrase my husband uses to tell me I need to "yank"!) I love "female payback" stories and this one is now a favorite. While it's not clear if Dana actually caused the wreck, her abuse of the abuser's body made me smile. Then I gotta wonder "What kind of person AM I?" Well done, and Happy Halloween!

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I never wrote any gory stories until a year ago . . . got into the Halloween spirit & discovered wha.. read more
I've been waiting for you to write another story, and YAY, here it is! Appropriate for both Halloween and the current state of perverted men behaving very badly. Babs and Dana. B&D... hmmm. Might they have more adventures?

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I've been trying to get warmed up to do a Halloween story . . . it took me awhile! I always enjoy th.. read more
Samuel Dickens

1 Month Ago

Oh, gawrsh, Margie!

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