Donkey Kong

Although her photoshoot was only a few blocks away, Pauline was considering other routes. No, she had no good alternative. The most direct path took less than ten minutes to walk. Just getting to the nearest subway station would take longer, and due to construction, any cab would have to make a significant detour.

The construction was the problem. Perhaps she should be more accustomed to unwanted attention, but walking past those men in their hard hats had been beyond uncomfortable. Their obscenities came close to threats, but the worst were their stares. Anything they were doing stopped when she went past, just so they could ogle her in unison from their perches.

Disgusting. Pauline had an idea, though.

“Hey, mama. Why don’t you bring that sweet ass up here?”

“Okay,” she yelled back. “Where do you want me to bring it?”

She crossed the caution tape and let them stare. No one had ever encouraged them. They had no idea what to do.

She lifted her hands in mock surprise. “What’s the matter? Cat got your dicks?” Her voice lowered involuntarily as she cursed. She wasn’t used to speaking their language, but she’d made her point. They looked afraid, almost panicked.

She felt a hand grasp her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but it was strong, and it clenched around her. The thousand-pound gorilla wasn’t as shy as the men were, but what was it doing here?

It carried her and climbed. This had been a mistake, but she couldn’t have known.

“Help!” she cried, and she watched her captor throw barrels and girders at the other apes. She watched a man fall and snap his neck. They couldn’t help. Any attempt they made would result in injury or death.

“Help,” she said again, staring.

By @nohoperadio - Leah Lindsaychen

Facilitator and Proprietor of Tales of Insecurity, a podcast of post-modern existential horror. I like to make the best of a bad situation, and also to make better ones. I'm here to be helpful!

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