Freddie Utters: A Short Story

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Pages: 4

Freddie utters, consumed with a warm sentiment that penetrates his entire body as he comes to the realization as to what point in time he stood. A few women drawing water from the well are chattering in relation to the event, speaking Hebrew. In the center of the square, there is weeping and shouting,
“Let him die?” “Crucify Him!”
Angry men, push through the crowd calling for his death,
The stranger, with sympathy and a touch of sarcasm in his voice, yells.
“They are lost, yet they prefer the darkness.” “Golgotha It’s where he’s to die!”
A man runs into the square motioning to the others to follow.
“Come, they are bringing him!” The mesmerized crowd follows the Christ to the place of the skull. If he is a blasphemer, he unquestionably
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“It’s Blasphemy!”
“Crucify Him!”
“Crucify Him!”
Again, Freddie turns to the mysterious stranger who wears a confident and calm look. “They had asked for the release of a man imprisoned for insurrection and murder, and in his place surrendered Jesus to their will. And for them, he must die?” the stranger says with an unassuming look and then silent be the stranger.

Saddened by what he is witnessing, he reminds himself, that the elders, chief priests, and scribes must reject him, and he must be killed only to be raised to life on the third day. Ashamed and in a state of repentance he bows his head tearfully convicting his soul, when he looks up the mysterious stranger is gone. Confused by his disappearance and forced in the direction of the crowd, he sees the soldiers are coming, and just out of eyesight is Jesus, who has dropped the cross. A man named Simon from Cyrene the father of Alexander and Rufus was passing by on his way in from the country, and the soldiers forced him to carry the cross of Jesus easing his burden. Instantly he is reminded of what the mysterious stranger told him on their way to Jerusalem.
Simon from Cyrene from this day forward will be known
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The time meter, which has withered down to a mere hour, has taken on a more significant role, its only function will tally down the last minutes that will seal the fate of this bizarre adventure, which unexpectedly has run aground. Laura nervously watches the control panel and requests to her father to bring him back.

Explaining they are out of recourses cannot do a thing, and for all intensive purposes, the experiment is over and that is it in a nutshell. Laura, unhappy with the deduction walks around the room as if eggshells line the floor. She is afraid Freddie will be lost forever.

Regardless of the conclusion, the missions’ purpose was to create a doorway through time, to open a window allowing a man to step into a dimension where he could make a difference. Now it comes down to this. A solitary instant of absolute revelation that will become within itself a measure of profound truth, freeing one from the restraints of what could have would have or should have been. The entire operation depends on the shimmering of a simple ring. Bringing to the present the unquestionable proof and all within a consciousness cradled in history that we might visit the past, and direct the