Carrying the Cross
“Octavia I think we might have a problem her”
She quickly looked around the subversive criminal scum seemed calm enough “what…why”
“We have five crosses here, unless that bitch back at the carpentry depot gave two extra ones which seems unlikely we are missing two prisoners”
“No... No …can’t have… could we?”
“Excuse me…sir…officer, but there were two others sitting on the bench waiting with us…blonde, naked, wrists bound like ours”
“Blonde don’t your lot all have black hair”
Then from a distance came “I saw a blonde once at the games, fighting one of lion things”
“What I missed that with the wind”
“At the games, a blonde fought a lion”
“How did she do?”
“About a minute, like most of em”
“Everyone one I think we are getting of topic here, the question is do we two extra crosses or are we short two subversive bitches?”
Octavia looked at Priscilla and asked “you ever crucified a blonde before, I haven’t”
“What on earth would a blonde be doing here anyway”
“Officer, I heard from my cousin’s brother’s friend, nice guy works down at the….”
“I don’t care where he works, get on with it”
“No need to be like that, well any way he said he’d met a blonde she was one of those Christians, you know that new sect and had come on something she called a pilgrimage from the island of Britain to see the holy land”
“Where’s that then”
“I think it’s here”
“What right here”
“No I think she means here in general”
“What crazy times we live in, blondes on holiday committing subversive acts and getting sentenced to crucifixion, that’s going to hurt the tourist trade”
“Right Octavia new plan we get this lot up on their crosses, sorry girls we won’t be able to stay and watch after, then head back and see if those two blondes are still waiting or if they pissed off when we didn’t take them”
“No problem officer we can just chat amongst ourselves to pass the time while we suffocate and slowly die, and good luck finding those blondes or you might be up here with us in a few hours”