Busty Bibi

Busty Bibi

Trigger Warning- this short story contains Some Violence, Language, and Suicide Content.

Part One- She Entered the Forest

As Bibi took off into the forest, she wished she had worn better shoes, but she was pleased with her cute outfit. It was a skimpy, yellow dress with tiny, pink flowers- a type of Lily. The dress showed a lot of skin, and it would ride up on occasion quite easily revealing, well, you know. She was a bit of a floozy, yet she liked that about herself. She owned it.

All set for selfies at a cottage in the woods she had heard about in her travel guide, Bibi chose to walk the narrow, partially paved pathway barefoot, so she put her heels in her purse. If her purse could talk, it would say,

“You’re stupid! You forgot your insect repellent, and where’s your damn charger?”

This is simply because the contents in the bag were pathetic choices for the trek. It was a large bag filled with very little. A mirror, makeup, eyelash curlers, a red apple, and some hot cinnamon chewing gum. This was stupid. No water? Stupid.

Part Two- Omen

The birds were singing beautifully. This distracted Bibi as she was going downhill deeper into the forest. Then, splat! A bird shit on her shoulder from a high branch. It kind of hurt! Berries stain, but the messy matter missed her dress strap, so Bibi did not panic. It was said to be good luck for this to happen, but all Bibi could do was gag.

“Disgusting!” She muttered as she picked some large leaves to clean her shoulder with. Some of the ooze made its way into her cleavage, but she managed to take care of the situation like the big girl she was. Oh, if only she had packed some hand sanitizer. That would have made her feel better. Stupid.

Part Three- Quite the Journey

The pavement turned to stones which were cold against Bibi’s feet. The path was becoming a little more difficult to walk on, but Bibi had a feeling that she was getting close.

Clouds started to roll in slowly. They all looked like deformed, lethargic insects taking over the skies, and Bibi wished the flashlight on her phone worked better, but she could still see.

“Smoke?” She asked aloud.

Is that smoke I can smell? She thought. She could smell it, but not see it. If anything, it gave her the idea that she might be close to the cottage, so she began to run further down the stone steps. It was an inviting fragrance of lavender and sweet tobacco.

The birds stopped singing, and the sky grew darker, but Bibi did not care. Alas, she came to a small, wooden bridge that crossed a little creek that was about ten feet below. She climbed up on the wide railing, and snapped a selfie to show how brave, and cute she was. She could have fallen, but she made it down safely. Kinda stupid. If her purse could talk, it would say,

“This dumb bitch is gonna die out here, and leave me here to rot!”

Part Four- A Sucker for Red Apples

Lavender flavored cigars were her favorite. As she smoked on the bench outside of her cottage, she thought she heard footsteps approach.

“Not again!” She said, and she put out her cigar, and grabbed her shotgun. She raced inside, locked the door, and opened the living room window. She stuck the gun out the window, and fired a warning shot.

“I told you to stay away, Dimitri!”

Bibi made it to her destination, and she was absolutely terrified. Shots? What the…

“Don’t shoot! Oh, please don’t shoot!” Cried Bibi as she emerged from the forest with her hands up. She threw her large purse before her. “This is all I got. Nothing to harm you, ma’am! I’ve just come by to see your beautiful, little cottage. I saw a picture in my travel guide, and…”

“Get off my land,” the woman said in a terrifying tone. Then she coughed a strong smoker’s cough that made her nearly throw up.

“I just wanted a quick selfie for my blog, and I’ve come a long, long way on foot, and…”

“A what?”

”Blog. I’m an influencer. Here’s my card. I write.”

The woman tossed the card over her shoulder without looking at it. She could not have cared less.

“Step back. I did not give you permission to approach.” Said the woman.

“Are you hungry? I brought a nice big red apple! I was going to use it in my selfie. Would you like it? It must be hard to get food here, and I would love to share with you if…”

The old woman reluctantly held out her hand, and Bibi gave her the red apple. As the sun came out, the woman took a bite, and Bibi took her picture. It was the perfect shot. The tiny cottage with the thatched roof. So quaint and striking with its emerald green paint in contrast with the beautiful, red apple. Striking. Picture of the month material.

Part Five- Them

Dimitri and Irving were hunters. They hunted everything for competitive sport. It was all they did all day and night, and they had made a huge mistake. The old woman was gardening, and they shot her in the shoulder. She never fully recovered. It was an accident, but now they were back. She knew it. She sensed it, and she wanted them both dead. She did not care who fired the bullet. She held them both responsible, and they knew it, too!

Part Six- The Rose Garden

Roses bloomed perfectly by the emerald green cottage in a nice flower bed the old woman had created herself. Only reds, of course- none of that pink shit. Just like the tasty red apple in the selfie- she was drawn to red things. Taking apples from strangers- not smart. Stupid, actually, but she loved it. Every single bite. She smiled at this random stranger with her eyes as she took her last bite.

“Yum.” Was all she could say, and Bibi found that the old woman was sweeter than she led on. She had strikingly beautiful long, white hair, and a wrinkled-up face that told she had had a rough life. Bibi wanted to befriend the beautiful stranger. Perhaps, she yearned for a friend, too. Now was her chance!

“Can I come in?” Asked Bibi. “I’d like to show you something, and I won’t leave until you’ve tried my hot cinnamon gum.”

“You can take a seat on the bench outside down below. Best I can do for now. You must understand, right?”

“Okay, alright, well, here. Put this on your lips. It’s moisturizing lipstick. Here, I can help you.” Bibi added the lipstick to the old woman’s dried out lips. She almost could not reach them from outside the window, but she did. “Better? Here, look in this mirror. My, how pretty you are! Cherry red. That’s the color just in case you come across some. Can I curl your lashes? Here…” she said as she handed the woman her mirror. “You hold this, and I’ll reach up to you, and curl those beautiful lashes. Let’s get them out of your eyes, so we can see those shiny blues you’ve got.”

The woman could tell the stranger was getting into this, and was having a good time. It was sweet. Probably the sweetest thing anyone had done for her in years.

“Miss? Um, what’s your name?” Asked the old woman.

“Bibi, ma’am. You?”

“Oh, well, I’ve gone by many names in my day. Call me Aggie.”

Part Seven- Bright Red Snapdragons

Dimitri and Irving thought it would be a good idea to plant bright red snapdragons all over Aggie’s property to show that they were truly sorry for the accident. They thought she would love them, and she did, but that did not help her forgive them for what they had done.

It was them, alright. Aggie heard them approaching.

“Come inside, sweet one, but first, take a selfie like you wanted. I know I ate your apple, so here is a peach.” Aggie tossed her a peach from the window, then she said, “Take the picture! Take it now!” And Bibi snapped the selfie then fled inside. They bolted the door closed, and Dimitri and Irving arrived from the forest just as the threatening clouds began to swirl.

“Agatha! We come in peace once more!” Dimitri proclaimed. “I have caught many pheasants, and have brought each one to you.”

“Get off my land!” She said in an angry, groveling voice, and she fired a shot for the second time that day. “I’ll kill you both for what you’ve done to me!” And she shot Irving right in between the eyes. “You think you know how to shoot? I can shoot, goddammit!” And she shot Dimitri in the shoulder. “Haha! Take that, baboon! How’s your shoulder, Dimitri? Good luck gettin’ on without it!”

Part Eight- Selfies All Around

Bibi helped Aggie drag Irving close to the rose garden where he soon would be planted, and soon forgotten. The flowers would grow, and there he would lay never to be found- not any day.

Dimitri screamed, and screamed some more. Irving was gone, and Bibi was taking selfies next to him. She even made sure Irving’s eyes were open, and that he had a smile on his face. He had nice teeth. Just saying.

Once Bibi noticed that Dimitri was trying to crawl away, she shouted,

“Aggie! Twelve o’ clock!” And Aggie shot, and missed. Aggie raced outside of her cottage, and fired another shot from the front porch. Bam! She got him- right in the groin!

“Hey! Have fun living without that, too!” Aggie chuckled, and Bibi rushed up to Dimitri for more selfies as he went into shock.

Part Nine- Suicide Selfies

Suicide selfies were a thing. Terminal patients would find stunning places to go, then they would post photographs of their experiences there, and then die in their choice of way.

So, why was Bibi out there? Suicide selfies. Her diagnosis- Central Sleep Apnea. She had roughly five years, and that was four years ago. She was done. Ready to meet the Almighty. Ready to see what He had in store for her next. When she saw that small bridge, she knew she would return to it to jump into the cool waters where she would land on her head. She would leak hot blood and die quickly, yet happily, but on this day, she made a friend- Aggie. They would stick together till the end.

Part Ten- Special Fertilizer

“To the roses! We can plant them both under my roses!” Exclaimed Aggie.

“No! No!” Shouted Dimitri as he came to.

“Yes! Yes, Dimitri! I warned you, and you heard me. NEVER COME BACK! And you did- with pheasants. I’d rather roast a male cardinal. Prettier. Red.”

Bibi grabbed some of Aggie’s clogs, and a shovel. She began to dig up the roses without breaking a stem. Irving went in first, then Dimitri cried again.

“No! No! You bitches go to hell!” Then Bibi said,

“Not before you!” She then rolled him into the hole she had dug herself, and Aggie joined her to quickly shovel in all of the dirt on top of the new, hot, fresh fertilizer.

Yes, there were screams of agony, but once the hole was filled, and the roses were replaced, the honeybees fell in love with the rose garden all over again. They, along with the fertilizer down below, would create the most beautiful, red roses the world had ever seen, and they would see them!

Part Eleven- The Final Selfie- A Sweet Moment

“Aggie, come here.” Bibi said softly. “Let’s take a picture with the honeybees before it gets too dark.”

“I’ll grab a peach!”

“No, no peach this time, stranger. Correction- new friend. Just you, me, the red roses, your green cottage, and the honeybees.” She requested, and Aggie sat down beside her, and smiled big for the selfie. Then they heard a noise. A strange sort of buzzing. Angry. Ferocious. They were not honeybees after all. They were killers just planning their next kills.