Flash Fiction

#SwiftFicFriday Week 52 – Club Karma

Hey everyone. I know, I’ve gone and disappeared on y’all again. Well, life decided to add more to the list of things going wrong, and yes, part of me wishes I could put in a few colorful metaphors right there. Anyway, I am working on getting back into the habit of being here and doing what I love, writing.

So, without further adieu, I give you my response to the #SwiftFicFriday prompt.

Club Karma

She pressed her forehead against the building’s rough brick. Music leaked out—a pulsating, alien sound. Several seconds later, a smile crept across her face.

The woman swept into the darkened club as the music grew to deafening proportions. It didn’t matter though; she didn’t need to hear with limited human ears. As she moved through the throng of gyrating bodies, she tasted their thoughts. With each sampling, she morphed a little more into something that fit those carnal desires.

Image by Okan Caliskan from Pixabay

Having a corporeal body is useful occasionally.

The thought twitched the corners of her mouth up, but what she spotted in a dim corner pushed it into a smile. One translucent tendril drifted out from her body, nudging the bouncer. He shifted his attention, noticing her there in a skin-tight outfit that revealed more than it left to the imagination. He grinned as lecherous thoughts exploded. The indecency of them revolted her as he moved across the crowded dance floor.

“Come on, honey, you deserve the VIP room.” The bouncer grabbed her elbow and escorted her beyond the black curtains he guarded.

On the other side, she found what she hunted. The fantasies emanating from this room would give most humans nightmares. The bouncer left her there and disappeared back outside. All eyes watched girls on pedestals dancing provocatively. She drifted to a corner and let her physical form dissipate.

As a silvery white mist, she spread herself thin to the point of invisibility and settled onto the seven men who were planning evil things for the girls. A twist here, a prod there, and none of them moved again. The girls screamed as she drifted up to the ceiling. Chaos reigned below, singing a song she relished.

Whoever said Karma is a bitch didn’t know the half of it.

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