The Last Walk of Jesus

The Last Walk of Jesus

By Anthony Newton

Jesus got out of bed, pulled up his trousers and tightened the string. The young girl lay sleeping. He had done well. She promised not to tell.

He blessed the girl, pulled up his hood, opened the door, looked both ways and departed.

On the corner four peasants were gambling with rocks in a cup. “I’ll bet on four,” he said.

“Hey, aren’t you Jesus?”

“No.”

“You sure look like Jesus. Can you cure my lesions?”

“I’m not Jesus, I’ll bet on four.”

The peasant rolled the rocks…a four. Jesus took his winnings and moved on. The streets were painted red with anti-Roman graffiti. He stopped to admire some of the finer literature. He particularly admired the phrase, “Die Roman scum.”

He stepped into a tavern, walked straight to the bar and ordered a drink, and then two more. He noticed a spider crawling up his leg, looked at it for a moment and squished it with his palm.

The bartender spoke, “Hey…aren’t you Jesus?” The room went silent.

“No…wrong guy.”

“No, no! You’re Jesus. I heard you speak in front of a manger last Sunday. I would never forget your voice….your words. You’re great!”

Jesus paid the bartender, tipped him the rest of his winnings and walked out. His name was whispered many times, “Jesus! Jesus!”

He went back to his room, pissed in a pot, jerked off to memories and fell asleep. The next morning he was crucified.