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Nickel

It's been years since I've posted, but I thought I would drop by one of my favorite forums here, look around, and post something.

Also, I started a fiction blog (~2 weeks old) and thought some here might like it. It's called The Writers Stand.
Lady Liberty is the most recent story posted to it:
(Can't wait to get back into reading this forum!)

Lady Liberty
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"Dammit, keep pouring!"

"We don't want to killer her sir!"

This statement was completely ignored. Making sure to push this to the breaking point, Rupert shouted, "5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Stop!" His narrow eyes seared the motionless blue face of the woman in front of him. The officer stopped pouring water on her face and set the bucket on the concrete floor. With white-knuckled fists and protruding jaw, Rupert lifted his shiny black boot and stamped it down near the wet head of the woman who had yet to inhale or exhale. She didn't notice the boot graze her temple.

In the far reaches of her mind she was praying for a break one way or the other. Life or death. What was taking so long? Life or death.

The woman's eyes exploded open and rolled back into her head. Her neck arched, her back arched, her body lifted off the board and only touched it where her hands and feet were tied. Her partly filled lungs pulled the first wave of air in as fast as they could. The oxygen set her nerves on fire. She screamed as she exhaled. Water blew out of her mouth forming a mist. Foam clung to her lips. Snot rolled from her nostrils as she inhaled again.

"You only do what I tell you!", shouted Rupert. "I am in charge here. You are only window dressing and have no say in anything. Do you understand or do we need to discuss this again?"

Lady Liberty's torch lay on the floor, extinguished. Her crown lay near her head, under Rupert's boot. Her stola was torn. She was still coming into consciousness.

"Please", whispered Lady Liberty.

"Another discussion?", Rupert said softly as he knelt to look her in the eyes.

"No", she managed. Although she wasn't sure if she was answering his question or the fact that she was awaking to this nightmare once again.

"Agreed then. You know I'm only doing this for our own good."

"Torturing me?", raced through her mind.

"You must come to me to get permission to think. Do you understand?"

"Yes", she said as she closed her eyes. Once revered, she now felt like an abused animal. Tears rolled from her eyes as she thought, "Where have the sons and daughters of the Founders gone?"