SHORT STORY

The Killing of Jesus

I was there, I saw it happen

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This happened when I was twelve. I was there and I saw it with my own eyes. I know what happened. Now that both my parents are dead, there’s no talking or threatening me out of this telling.

I have kept my silence all these years in order not to shame them, for I ask you, who on earth would have believed me…