FRIDAY MORNING
Last night had been enjoyable despite
the threat of discovery – thirteen men breaking bread together and sharing
wine. This morning, though, the bread was a hard lump in his stomach, and he
could still taste the wine on his tongue, as sour as betrayal.
He stared into the mirror as if
seeing a stranger. Was it really necessary to endure today’s horror?
He got up,
feeling far older than his thirty-odd years – what he needed was fresh air.
Outside, his friends were waiting, with one notable exception.
“Walk with me,” he commanded, “It
will be cool in the Gethsemane garden.”
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Pizza and wine - bread and wine - today's story had to be about Good Friday, the morning after the Passover meal. I think it's safe to assume that Jesus, who was human too, was also scared.
Thanks to Dale Rogerson for the photo prompt, and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ .
Happy Easter to you all, whatever you believe.
