Years of teaching for her, bringing now fruits.Well done Barb!!!
Years of teaching for her, bringing now fruits.Well done Barb!!!
So don't be pulling the 'Messa induced amnesia' thing to cover your butt!!!
He can be remarkably speedy when the occasion calls for it!Tree springs towards me faster than I thought he could move.
This was a terrific piece of writing. Hot action underlain by confusion, surprise, but also compassion and sentimentality.
And so we see Barb has planned a little excursion to Stockholm...but my executioner is at once my friend as well as my nemesis, and now it would seem my lover too. He stands behind me, yellow hat pulled down, drink in hand, nails jingling in his pocket, as I go forth. I don't know whether to turn and kick him or kiss him.
Thank you, Jolly, and great reply. Let's see what is going on...And so we see Barb has planned a little excursion to Stockholm...
Exciting and hard hitting chapter!
Uh oh! Fatal error there.“You did it, didn’t you” Bull asks accusingly.
“Did what?”
“You always told us not to get emotionally involved with the ‘job’.
Something tells meUh oh! Fatal error there.
LOOK, IT'S ALL JUST THE JOB, RIGHT? YOU CAN'T LET FRIVOLOUS THINGS LIKE EMOTIONS GET IN THE WAY. IN THE END, THERE'S NO JUSTICE OR REPRIEVE, THERE'S JUST ME. WHETHER YOU CRUCIFY HER OR NOT, IT ULTIMATELY ALL TURNS OUT THE SAME. SHALL WE GO?
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Now THAT is what I call writing!!!!Thank you, Jolly, and great reply. Let's see what is going on...
I know there is a ‘mole’ in PETS. There was no way I could have been caught this easily. I am determined to go bravely and maybe make some Nathan Hale-type statement. I wonder how ‘I regret I have but one life to lose for the freedom of women’ would go over? As I walk to the door I remind myself to stand straight and keep my head high. The guard opens the door and as I step through a huge cheer rises and I am confront with hundreds of people that have come to see me crucified! All the bravado I was going to display is gone and I hunch over and cover my breasts. I look around and at the bottom of the handicap access ramp stands Gunner holding my cross. I walk to the only ‘friendly’ face I know as the crowd shouts lewd remarks at me.
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“You’re doing well, Barb” he assures me as he lifts the cross up and places it on my shoulder. I feel the wood. I guess it is a damn nice cross to have if one has to be crucified. It feels like it weighs as much as me. I have to drag this thing more than a mile? Gunner says “Around the corner you go through the gauntlet of reporters. They are going to shout every stupid and demeaning question at you that pops into their heads. Just walk through them and don’t answer them.”
“OK, thanks” I say. ‘OK thanks’ I think. Is that what you say to someone who is going to crucify you? Shit I don’t know! My mind is so clouded I try to just focus putting one foot before the other and blot out where each step is bringing me. I turn the corner and am grateful Gunner had warned me about the media. They do shout questions I wonder how they even thought up. I took Gunner’s advice and didn’t answer any one but I sure had answers in my head.
“Ms. Moore, do you think your sentence is fair?”
Fuck yes I just wish they could make it worse.
“Moore do you realize your execution is the first public execution since the last one in 1914?”
Damn the things they didn’t teach me in history class…
“Ms. Moore, how humiliating is it to carry your cross naked through town?”
This question catches me off guard. I stop for a moment and remember how brave I was going to be and instead cowered before the mob. I think I have a nice body but it is no longer mine to decide who sees it or what will happen to it. Yes, I think I am humiliated but am not going to let it show. I continue on.
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I watch Barb disappear into the scrum of the media. I toss my cigarette and start to climb into the F-350. Bull climbs in the passenger side while I reach around and grab the ticket from under the windshield. Without looking at it I wad it and toss it in the back seat. I pull out my flask and drain a pint of Seagram’s 7.
Bull says “Nice loaner truck, Tree; when is your AC going to be fixed?”
I start the truck and crank on the air conditioner. I put it in gear and say “The AC is fixed and this ain’t a ‘loaner’.”
Bull raises his eyebrows and says “I thought you were going to walk Barb up the hill.”
“Plans change” I say as I open the center console and pull out a fifth of Seagram’s and start chugging it as I drive north on 3rd Street toward the Riverview Recreational Area where Barb will be crucified.
“Boss, are you OK” Bull asks.
“Never better” I lie.
“You did it, didn’t you” Bull asks accusingly.
“Did what?”
“You always told us not to get emotionally involved with the ‘job’. Are you going to fuck up crucifying her?”
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up” I ask less than politely…
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“Plans change” I say as I open the center console and pull out a fifth of Seagram’s and start chugging it as I drive north on 3rd Street toward the Riverview Recreational Area where Barb will be crucified.
It's in Arkansas, I drove smelly diesel powered truck that is far bigger than I need yet the carbon footprint is far smaller than the hog farm a few miles down the road!!!OK, Tree, not hiking 15 miles up and down Mount Marcy, I get. But not walking up some piddling hill in Missouri? Think of your carbon footprint...
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up” I ask less than politely…
I look over and see a vendor booth with a sign saying ‘Wragg’s Rotten Fruits and Vegetables’ and think this cannot be good!
With one hand Gunner lifts the cross off my shoulder and swings it over my head. His massive bicep doesn’t even look like it is staining. I beg “Give me a minute, please!”
“Sure, are you doing ok, Barb?”
Serious comments this time: Interesting mix of ideas and sentiments here, Tree. I think it works. There's that almost funny, surreal encounter with Wragg's fruit stand, counterpointing the seriousness of what's actually happening, and the strained emotions between "Tree" and Barb apologizing to each other. It's compelling and a bit painful at the same time.I don’t know why I apologized to my executioner or why he bothered to apologize to me. I ask Tree “Can we get this done before I lose my nerve?”
Thank youSerious comments this time: Interesting mix of ideas and sentiments here, Tree. I think it works. There's that almost funny, surreal encounter with Wragg's fruit stand, counterpointing the seriousness of what's actually happening, and the strained emotions between "Tree" and Barb apologizing to each other. It's compelling and a bit painful at the same time.
Really well done!
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And as a final note, I liked the episode's exposure and exploration of thoughts and feelings, it's little sidelights (Gunner's sweet caring) and I especially loved the strained poignancy of the encounter between Barb and Tree at the end.
I doBull and Gunner are worried that Tree is getting 'soft' (Tree flips them off) and Bull is also worried about Gunner...
Doesn't anyone give a damn about Barb?!?!?!
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“No Barb you look beautiful!”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel good…”
Barb Moore –crucified
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