Now for my own story... (no, I didn't skip anyone; see my previous two posts, which, conveniently
, happen to be on the previous page). The OP said that this was limited to the first 1000 words of your story. Since this story is 979 words long, I figured I'd just post it in its entirety. It's a little something I wrote a year or so ago, and it always brings a smile to my face when I re-read it. I hope it makes you smile, as well.
I apologise in advance if I've mixed up informal phrases from different places and/or times. I'm not a native English speaker, so I don't know all about these things.
Boy, did I need a drink. I found myself a quiet spot not too far from the temple, and took a gulp from the jug of wine which I’d bought while aimlessly wandering about. It tasted good
. I took another gulp, and another, very quickly, as if I wanted to drain the thing as fast as I could. Anyone who saw me must have taken me for a maniac – and they might have been right, too. God, what a night it had been!
Some fella came walking across the square – straight at me, apparently. I’d be damned: it was John. How on Earth had he found me? Then again, eleven guys walking around like zombies in a town like this would have to work pretty damn hard not to run into each other at some point. ‘Why, hello there, Johnnyboy’, I mumbled. He sat down beside me without a word. For some time, neither of us said anything.
‘Judas is dead’, he suddenly said. It didn’t come as all that much of a surprise to me.
‘You killed ‘em?’ I asked in a deadpan voice.
‘No. Wouldn’t have thought of it – hell, any of us might’ve done the same. No sir, Judas hanged himself.’
‘So he did, then.’ John was right: any of us might have betrayed the man. He hadn’t made that little prophecy to us for nothing; he understood people all too well. Which had been one of the reasons for us to follow him around.
Anyway, apparently old Judas hadn’t been able to live with what he’d done. ‘Makes me kinda sad, y’know. He was always one of the brightest of the band.’
‘Yup. Could probably have talked the boss out of the trouble he’s in now, if he
hadn’t been the chosen one to rat ‘em out.’
I smiled faintly. ‘What happened to the money, anyway?’
‘Heard he threw it back at the High Priests. I bet they’re gonna buy themselves some snappy new robes.’
‘’Scuse me,’ said a young lady who’d walked up to us in the meantime, ‘weren’t you involved with this Jesus? I think I’ve seen you with him sometime...’
‘I’m sorry, miss,’ I replied without missing a beat, ‘you’re confusing me with someone else. I hardly even knew about ‘em before he came into town a couple days ago.’
‘Same here’, John added.
‘I’m sorry, I must be confused, indeed. Well, I only saw this Jesus and his crew from far off, so it’s not really all that strange.’ She walked off to mind her own business. Mission accomplished.
I grinned at John. ‘Heh. Best to keep a low profile now, eh? Here, have some wine.’ I handed him the jug.
‘Thanks. And yeah, you’re damn right. Town riled up like this, anything can happen. I’m in no mood to face a lynch mob.’
‘So the town is riled up, then?’
‘You bet. Tell ya one thing, Pete, we badly
underestimated these High Priests when we came here. They fight dirty, you know. They’ve got all Jerusalem hollering for the blood of our little friend.’
‘And the Romans?’
‘Couldn’t care less. All they know is, he’s trouble. And for them, that’s enough to nail a man up. They don’t like
‘Smart bastards, as always.’
‘Yeah. Well, to be fair, the governor did try and sneak ‘em out. He had plenty of excuses, too, what with it being Passover and all. But the crowd, they wanted him dead. Badly. They got the governor to release some little critter of a murderer, called Barabbas.’
‘So, I guess things are looking pretty bad for our little magician.’
‘To say the least, yeah. The shit’s really hit the fan for him. He’s been beaten, spat on, flogged... and as we speak, they’re marching him up to this hill - what was it called again? Golgo... Golga... Gelgo... Anyway, no place he’s gonna get out of alive.’
I sighed. ‘Too bad. Guess there’s no hope of getting him out now, eh?’
‘Not unless you’re some kind of Samson who can take on all of Jerusalem and
the Roman garrison.’
Well, I knew that, of course. It’d been a dumb thing to ask. We were both silent for a while, until another Little Miss Detective appeared to ask us if we’d been friends with this Jesus guy.
‘Huh?’, I said, acting all surprised. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. You must’ve gotten us wrong.’ That was enough to get her to stop bothering us, it seemed.
‘So, I guess this is it, then,’ I said.
‘Yeah, with Judas and Jesus gone, we don’t really have much to show anymore, eh? So what are you gonna do, then? Back to fishing?’ John started laughing like mad.
‘Yeah, I guess. I’m afraid I won’t have any of those net-filling miracles anymore, though.’ I was laughing like mad, too.
John slapped me on the back. ‘Well, Pete, old boy,’ he said, ‘I’ll be off. See ya!’ He rose and started walking, just like a leper after Jesus had done one of his magic tricks.
‘No doubt. If you run into this Barabbas fella,’ I called after him, ‘bring him my congratulations!’
‘Will do,’ he laughed. I watched him for a while, until I was tapped on the shoulder by yet another little lady.
‘Weren’t you friends with this Jesus? I bet you’re feeling pretty bad now,’ she said.
‘Nope,’ I sighed, knowing I wasn’t being all that convincing. ‘In fact, I’ve never heard of him.’ The jug of wine was empty. I stood up and walked away, leaving her confused. It was getting dark already, a little too early, it seemed. I heard a rooster crow somewhere far away; why the hell was the stupid bird making noise at this
time of day? Then suddenly, I grinned. One more of the old bugger’s prophecies come true.
edited 21st Jan '12 4:25:43 PM by MidnightRambler