Karma's A Bitch: A Short
His name was Ken, and he was a
prick. He knew this, and took great pride in proving it to everyone he met. In
a few select cases, he'd pay extra attention to a person, and shower them with
his personal brand of back handed compliments, superiority, and special
training sessions guaranteed to accent their flaws and place him in the best
light possible. He made sure those in his command never questioned that he was the
best of the best of the BEST, and they'd never amount to more than the dirt he
scraped off his boots.
What he didn't realize, was he
wasn't the only person intent on screwing up the plans of other people, but he
was about to get firsthand knowledge on the way it felt to have his dreams
crushed.
In a very real, and permanent way.
Karma gazed into the mystical Pool
of Choice and smiled. Today was going to be a good day.
***
The sun was bright, and the sky was
the clear blue it always was in the desert of some unremarkable third-world
country. The temperature hovered in the mid-eighties, and there was a soft, cool
breeze that hinted at the changing season.
Karma leaned against the armored
humvee, aviator glasses firmly in place, shading her eyes from the harsh rays.
Her long black hair was tied back in an intricate braid and hung over her
shoulder. She remained where she was,
booted foot resting against the wheel of the vehicle, when the man of the hour
approached her.
"Get away from there. Who let
you in here? Whoever it was, I'm going to have their rank."
"Now, Ken. Is that anyway to
talk to a person with more power than you?"
His footsteps faltered. "Who are you?"
She smiled. "Why, I'm Karma.
Perhaps you've heard of me? They say I'm a real bitch."
His jaw clenched and a muscle
twitched near his eye. "What the Hell are you talking about?"
She shrugged her shoulder and
casually walked toward him. "You'll see," she said, patting his shoulder as
she walked by. "You might want to beg for
forgiveness, if you believe in that kind of thing."
The man cursed behind her, but she kept
walking. She didn't turn when men in full riot gear surrounded him, weapons
drawn. As payment for everything he put
out in the world Homeland Security destroyed his career, his life, and his
dreams.
***
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