Goldilocks

Goldie’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Stranded, lost and in dire need, she stumbles upon the home of the three rednecks, Erryl, Farryll and Daryl Bayer.

 

Reissued: 8/2014
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 8,819
Genre: Erotic Romance
Rating: Erotica
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)

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GOLDILOCKS
By
Kimberly Zant

 

© Copyright by Kimberly Zant, February 2004
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-816-6
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

The car, hissing like a furious rattler, coughed, spluttered and died. Goldie gaped in disbelief at the hood, where a cloud of steam was rising like a demon genie escaping it’s lamp. The stench of boiling engine assailed her nostrils.

Coughing, Goldie bailed out of the car and moved away from it.

For some moments, all she could do was stare at the car blankly. Slowly, her anger began to boil like the overheated water in the radiator.

The car had been working fine until she’d stopped to gas up and ask for directions. Reaching into the car, she popped the hood latch and moved around to the front, lifting the hood. A cloud of steam rose as she lifted it, misting her with the stinking mixture of rusty radiator and coolant. She screwed her face up and fitted the brace into the slot before she moved away again, waving her hand in front of her face.

When the steam had dissipated somewhat, she approached the car again, leaning her head inside to study the engine—fat lot of good that did her! If it had been missing, she would’ve definitely noticed. Otherwise, it just looked like a twisted pile of metal, hoses and wires.

Stepping back again, she shoved her hair out of her face and looked around.

It looked like a scene from DELIVERANCE.

There wasn’t a car—or house—in sight.

Why in the world, she wondered, had she decided to take the ‘short cut’ the man had explained to her? Was there a man alive who actually knew what a damned short cut was?

The house she had been driving out to look at was supposed to be on a paved road, a minor highway, to be sure, but paved. According to the helpful gas station attendant, she should’ve found the paved road by now.

She glanced at her watch. She was going to miss the showing.

Frustrated, she moved to the front of the car again and looked the engine over. Somewhere near the bottom, she saw a dripping hose.

“Lovely!”

After standing on the side of the road for several minutes, looking in first one direction and then the other, she decided to try the car again. Her heart leap when it started. Jumping out of the car, she ran around to slam the hood shut, but even as she closed it, the engine died again. Her shoulders slumped.

She drummed her fingers on the hood, thinking. She hadn’t seen a car, or passed a house since she’d turned onto this godforsaken road. It was getting late. She was tempted to just sit in the car and hope for the best, but what if nobody passed? She didn’t want to spend the night in the car.

On the other hand, what if she started walking and still didn’t see a soul? It would be worse to be caught outside when it got dark.

Finally, she decided she couldn’t afford to waste time debating. She had to find help.

There was no point in going back in the other direction. She knew it must be twenty miles to the gas station, maybe even further. It had seemed to her that she’d been driving for an hour or more. Resolutely, she grabbed her purse from the car, set the flashers and locked the doors. It had begun to seem very unlikely that the car could possibly be a hazard to travelers, but she didn’t want anybody plowing into her and then filing a lawsuit.

She walked quickly at first, nervous, full of hope, but as she walked on and on without seeing any sign of a house, she began to get slower and slower. Finally, she stopped, looking back in the direction of her car. To her dismay, she couldn’t even see it.

She bit her lip, wondering if she should go back, but as she looked around at the darkening woods, she saw a little twinkle of light in the distance. Hope lurched in her breast. A house! Maybe even a phone!

She began walking again, hurrying, glancing at the darkening woods a little nervously, jumping every time she heard a twig break, or the sigh of the wind through the trees. Finally, she became so unnerved, she began to run, faster and faster until she was so out of breath she had to stop. When she'd caught her breath, she saw that the light was much brighter now.

She must be close!

Holding the stitch in her side, she began walking again. Finally, she came to a split rail fence. Almost there! She thought and put a little more effort into her step, peering at the fence in the darkness until she came at last to a gate. There was a sign hanging from the gate. She moved toward it, peering at it through the gloom.

Bayer Farm.