FRIDAY…
Barb awakes to flood lights that both light her cell and warms her uncomfortably. A bland something they called breakfast is slipped into her cell. She was hungry but spooned it out of the bowl with her fingers. She believed what Tree had told her during the night about eating everything offered her. He wasn’t telling her how to die on the cross but to live as long as she had to upon it.
When she finished the bowl (it wasn’t bad… in fact it had no taste really) she licked her fingers and reached under the lump they called her pillow and found the pack of Madame Wu’s and the Zippo lighter. She had tried cigarettes when she was younger but never understood why someone would smoke them. The Madame Wu was different as it was both smooth and relaxing.
Guards rushed up to her cell and demanded she put it out and asked how she lighted it. Barb held the Zippo lighter out through the bars expecting them to take it. When they saw ‘THT’ engraved on the case they backed away as if Superman just saw Kryptonite! Barb laughed, rolled her fingers around the lighter and pulled her hand back from the bars. She said “It seems like there is a bigger man on campus!”
“You’ll regret this, cunt!”
“So crucify me” she hissed.
They left Barb as the museum was about to open. For the first half the day Barb’s attention was split between the museum guests gawking at her and the scrapping above her as they cleared the third floor hall for the big show that Barb would star in Saturday evening. She lit up a Madame Wu. She had indeed found them rather soothing. Outside her cell Despard Wragg appeared. He demanded “What are you doing, Ms. Moore?”
“I’m standing here bored. Why do you ask?”
“Smoking is not allowed in the museum and you obviously have contraband. I am of a mind to add an hour to your time on the cross.”
Barb took a deep drag off the Madame Wu…
…As she exhaled she said “Why don’t you make it two, prick?”
“Consider it done” Wragg replied…
Tree
Barb awakes to flood lights that both light her cell and warms her uncomfortably. A bland something they called breakfast is slipped into her cell. She was hungry but spooned it out of the bowl with her fingers. She believed what Tree had told her during the night about eating everything offered her. He wasn’t telling her how to die on the cross but to live as long as she had to upon it.
When she finished the bowl (it wasn’t bad… in fact it had no taste really) she licked her fingers and reached under the lump they called her pillow and found the pack of Madame Wu’s and the Zippo lighter. She had tried cigarettes when she was younger but never understood why someone would smoke them. The Madame Wu was different as it was both smooth and relaxing.
Guards rushed up to her cell and demanded she put it out and asked how she lighted it. Barb held the Zippo lighter out through the bars expecting them to take it. When they saw ‘THT’ engraved on the case they backed away as if Superman just saw Kryptonite! Barb laughed, rolled her fingers around the lighter and pulled her hand back from the bars. She said “It seems like there is a bigger man on campus!”
“You’ll regret this, cunt!”
“So crucify me” she hissed.
They left Barb as the museum was about to open. For the first half the day Barb’s attention was split between the museum guests gawking at her and the scrapping above her as they cleared the third floor hall for the big show that Barb would star in Saturday evening. She lit up a Madame Wu. She had indeed found them rather soothing. Outside her cell Despard Wragg appeared. He demanded “What are you doing, Ms. Moore?”
“I’m standing here bored. Why do you ask?”
“Smoking is not allowed in the museum and you obviously have contraband. I am of a mind to add an hour to your time on the cross.”
Barb took a deep drag off the Madame Wu…
…As she exhaled she said “Why don’t you make it two, prick?”
“Consider it done” Wragg replied…
Tree
