Sometimes being a smart ass just isn’t worth it. Sara had always been a rebel. Peace protests, marching for causes, and petitions. This time she’d gotten arrested. In a foreign country no less. She’d been thrown into a cell with thirty-five other women. One by one, the police removed the women. Sara had no idea if they were being hurt, or released. She waited her turn.
“You. Come with us.”
Sara was lead into a room and told to sit on a chair. She sat.
“Why are you here to cause trouble?”
“I’m here to protest the objectification of women.”
“You are in the wrong country.”
“I want to call my embassy.”
“In time. You want to liberate women? Make them equal to men?”
“Yes! You can’t treat women like cattle.”
“Well, we will provide you liberation.”
“Good. I’d like to speak to the embassy as soon as possible.”
“That isn’t what we meant. We will liberate you of your clothes. Your free will, and your money.”
She was stripped, and left in the empty room. She sat on the floor, knees pulled up, hands covering her face. The groans and cries of sex floated in through the barred windows. She wasn’t the only one being liberated.
Our challenge this week was between 199 and 209 for a word count and the keyword, Liberation, but not Freedom. Hmmmm. The picture didn’t lend itself to a light or funny mood, so I apologize in advance for the dark nature of this story.
Once again, I almost missed Flash Fiction Friday. It’s been busy around here and my brain has just been a tad frazzled. Part of it is that our daughter is still home from college for spring break. 🙂 The other part is that I’ve got a bit of spring fever. All these ideas and desires and yet the weather is still so COLD!