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Tara paced back and forth in the holding cell, shuffling her canvas slipper along the floor with each step. She slapped the sides of the smock dress she wore a few times and then looked in the mirror that hung from the wall. Tara ran her hands along the side of her head, brushing back her ash blonde hair which had been placed in a bun on the back of her head. She stepped back from the mirror and wrung her hands. “How long will it take,” the nervous woman asked the woman guard and the nurse sitting outside her cell.
“Try not to think about it,” the nurse said.
“I can’t help it, that’s all I can think about. I have to know.”
“You’ll pass out in just under a minute as long as you do what we tell you and you don’t fight it. It’ll be all over in about five minutes.”
Tara crossed her arms in front of her, “How much longer?”
“Fifteen minutes,” The guard answered.
“I’ll have to get you changed in five minutes,” the nurse said.
Tara turned her head toward her, “Changed?”
“Your clothes, you have to change your clothes.”
Tara walked over to the cot and sat down. She looked down at the floor, “What do I change into?”
“A pair of shorts and sports bra.”
“I see, is that all I get? Do I get a pair of sandals?”
“No, you’ll have to be barefoot.”
Tara looked down at the floor as the nurse kept a close eye on her watch. The guard picked up the receiver of a nearby wall phone and made a time check as well as giving the prison staff an update on Tara’s condition. She hung the receiver up and looked at the nurse and nodded. The nurse picked up a sealed plastic bag as the guard opened the cell door. The nurse unsealed the bag and entered the cell. She looked down at Tara and said, “Take off your shoes.”
Tara slowly slid her shoes off her feet. She looked down at her empty shoes, watching as the nurse set them aside and then placed the fresh change of clothing on the cot beside her.
The nurse reached down and picked up Tara’s shoes and placed then in the bag which had just contained the clothing she had placed on the cot. “Now your dress and your underwear.”
Tara stood and pulled the smock over hear head and then took off her bra and panties, letting them fall to the floor.
The nurse put these into the bag also and then sealed it shut. She pointed at the clothes on the cot. “Put these on, diaper first and then the boxer shorts. Once you have them on out on the sports bras.”
Just as Tara finished dressing a team of people assembled outside her cell as a runner rug was placed on the floor. “It’s time Tara,” one of the prison officials said. “Just walk on the rug.”
“I’ll be right by your side,” the chaplain said.
Tara stepped onto the rug and out of her cell. She turned right and walked down the hall toward the gas chamber. A large door was opened, exposing the next room which contained the gas chamber. As she neared the chamber a guard opened the heavy door, exposing the chair in which she would soon be strapped. The warden stepped up to her and quietly said, “Step inside.”
With one trembling step and then another Tara stepped into he gas chamber, her feet just clearing the bottom of the door. She stopped and began to shake as she looked at the witnesses outside the chamber and then one of the guards nudged her to sit in the chair which was facing her. Tara turned around and sat down and the guards quickly secured the straps on her. The prison doctor entered the chamber and placed EKG leads on Tara’s breast. The guards and the doctor left the chamber and the door was quickly shut and sealed.
Tara looked up at the light above her as she clinched her hands and nervously curled her toes.
The warden watched the clock as the second hand approached 12. He looked at the executioner and gave him a signal. The executioner pulled a lever to allow the acid to drain into the vat below the chair and submerge the cyanide pellets. A swoosh sound could be heard as the acid filled the vat, followed by a rise of vapors from beneath the chair.
Tara saw the gas rise and then clear as it built up strength. She tried not to breath for a few seconds and then she took a deep breath and then another. Her head moved backwards and jerked a couple of times and then fell forward. Tara’s body seemed to relax as the EKG indicated that her heart was slowing. The doctor looked at the warden and shook his head just as she flatlined.
The warden gave another signal and the witnesses were escorted out. Just as the last witness cleared the door Tara’s head jerked backwards as the cyanide began to make her muscles contort. Her mouth and eyes were wide open as her head tilted backwards and moved in short rapid convulsions. Her hands clawed at the arms of the chair and her feet kicked widely as her toes flexed up and down several times. Her body fought against the straps but they held her tightly in the chair.
After several minutes Tara’s now lifeless body slowed in the convulsions it was exhibiting and started to relax until her head fell forward for one last time. A few slight convulsions jerked her head slightly a few times and then she became still.
“I’ve seen a few like this one,” the warden whispered to the doctor, “but hers was the sexist I have ever witnessed.”

 

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Thanks, I will have a few more in the future.

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