Wednesday, June 25, 2014

A Story About Wild Hares



She told the group it was like wiping her ass with the fluffiest rabbit. No one cared to know the intricacies of Karen’s bowl movements, but she couldn’t resist. After two days in the wild she had transformed into a new woman, with a new body – leaner, tougher. She handed Martin back his toilet paper and took a seat by the burgeoning fire. Garrison poked at the homemade fire-starter with a stick, and changed the subject.

-You made all these?

Karen flashed a delicious grin.

-And the foil packets, she sang.


How long had she been out of her element? Since girl scouts? She had been a vestigial limb of her group. No one knew why she was there, but there was no reason to get rid of her unless she caused problems. So Karen had spent the last 18 months trying not cause any problems. When Jessi and Jona suggested they all go camping, she agreed to it, just like everyone else. She made preparations without even thinking, from a childhood spent in state parks. The panic that came over everyone when they realized how difficult it might be to cook without a stove and a microwave, Karen stepped in with her camp knife, portable cutting board. When two of the boys only brought blankets she fastened a place for them to sleep out of her extra tarp. She had saved the day and now she could say whatever the fuck she wanted.