My Savior and Me by John Cranford Opening Line writing prompt entry |
He stumbled and fell right in front of me. He was too weak to carry the heavy cross they had laid upon him. Who was this man? His back had the bloody marks of someone being flogged with a whip. His face had been beaten and was cut and bruised. Sweat was dripping from his beard, and dried blood was on his forehead, smeared from the thorny crown placed on his head. I heard a voice commanding a bystander to lift the cross from his frail and weakened body. As he struggled to get up, he turned and looked directly at me. He whispered, "I'm thirsty." I had a bottle of water. I unscrewed the top and gave the water to him. He drank. Returning the bottle, his beautiful eyes met mine, and they pierced the very depths of my soul. For me, that moment was frozen in time. There was no one there but he and I. He smiled. Then I woke up. Was this dream the ending of a tragedy? No! It was the beginning of a triumph that would rock this world. There's more to this story.
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