Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Taking Liberties with Ms. Liberty
"Such an impressive sight, Dad, the Statue of Liberty!" said Brandon. "I'll bet the last time we were here, I was five years old."
"I guess that's about right, Brandon," I moaned. "I dunno, I'm so damn nauseous!"
"Oh, Dad, your impossible tendency to sea sickness! Why didn't you wear the patch?"
"Who'd think I'd need it for the boat ride to Liberty Island? Ooooohhhh, if only that big fat guy would stop eating that meat ball sandwich!"
"Come on, Dad! This is a 20 minute boat ride. What about our ancestors who had to journey weeks and months by ship to get here?"
"If I'd been one of our ancestors, Brandon," I gasped, pressure rising steadily in my esophagus, "right now you and I'd be speaking in some language with not enough vowels and that bright red Phillies cap you've got on?
"Would probably get us shot!"
Fortunately we live today in a land where freedom means you don't get shot for wearing a Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap, even if you're in New York City. That's not exactly what the Statue of Liberty truly symbolizes, but it's a secondary theme I guess in this, my weekly contribution to the fabulous flying Friday Fictioneers.
I won't comment on the word count on my post based on the picture prompt above except to say it's excessive, but excessive in the cause of freedom at least. I'm sure many of the other Fictioneers, whose works are available by clicking here, have hopefully curbed my enthusiasm for verbal excess.
If you don't mind now, I'm gonna be sick! See you next week.