That long walk...
Twas just two of them, walking down than that dusty and lonely road. It’s being a long hard week. Perplexed and confused they were. The scorching sun was hitting hard on them, so was their thumping heartbeat- like it was about to pop out - no thanks to anxiety. Beads of sweat form round their brow while some escaped - trickling down their cheeks. They were exhausted as they wobbled down the road, sweats and dust merging to form a cakey texture round their feet-to complement their haggardness. They were lost and deep in thought. Why should He leave at such a crucial time? We left everything to follow him, only for him to let us down when we needed him the most!!! But he raised the dead and said he was God, how come he was helpless in the face of mere mortals? He spoke with great authority, then, but why was he speechless when it mattered most? Judyboy had committed suicide, Pete had gone back to fishing, and others had followed him while Tommy’s whereabout remains unknown!!! What has f