I come on duty at noon. Some of the women have been crucified more than seven hours and even the last one has been on her cross for six hours. None seem to be enjoying their crucifixion.
One of the women gathers the strength to cuss me out from her cross.
The one named Messaline informs me her cross is not made of premium French crucifixion wood.
I advise her I will pass her thoughts on to the chancellor. She doesn’t know I don’t even know who the chancellor’s name.
I get to Barbara’s cross. There is a rowdy crowd yelling surly phrases at her and though she shouts back at them no one touches her.
Armed with a campus police sawed-off Winchester repeating shotgun I convince the crowd to move back from the crucified ladies though I don’t silence them. I look up at Barb and note “You seem to have a hostile following.”
She groans “Yeah, they all want to see the rebel leader. Can you chase them off?”
“Sorry, Barb. I’m just a guard. As long as they don’t touch you I can’t do anything to them” I tell her.
Barb doesn’t answer. Her wounded body slumps down on the cross and hangs limp from the spikes through her wrists and feet.
Next to her Kathy asks “What is your game plan?”
“I plan to die as soon as possible” Barb moans without enthusiasm.
It is late evening. I’ll be off-duty soon. I haven’t the heart to tell Barb it will be a cool night and she probably won’t live long enough to see the sun rise tomorrow.
She seems at ease with her fate…
THE END
One of the women gathers the strength to cuss me out from her cross.
The one named Messaline informs me her cross is not made of premium French crucifixion wood.
I advise her I will pass her thoughts on to the chancellor. She doesn’t know I don’t even know who the chancellor’s name.
I get to Barbara’s cross. There is a rowdy crowd yelling surly phrases at her and though she shouts back at them no one touches her.
Armed with a campus police sawed-off Winchester repeating shotgun I convince the crowd to move back from the crucified ladies though I don’t silence them. I look up at Barb and note “You seem to have a hostile following.”
She groans “Yeah, they all want to see the rebel leader. Can you chase them off?”
“Sorry, Barb. I’m just a guard. As long as they don’t touch you I can’t do anything to them” I tell her.
Barb doesn’t answer. Her wounded body slumps down on the cross and hangs limp from the spikes through her wrists and feet.
Next to her Kathy asks “What is your game plan?”
“I plan to die as soon as possible” Barb moans without enthusiasm.
It is late evening. I’ll be off-duty soon. I haven’t the heart to tell Barb it will be a cool night and she probably won’t live long enough to see the sun rise tomorrow.
She seems at ease with her fate…
THE END
