"And who the hell is Judas?" Someone shouted from the back, causing everyone to roar in laughter. I looked over my shoulder and turned to the source of the voice. At the back of the room stood a short shaggy man, with facial hair you'd think he hasn't shaved in months. Of course he hasn't !
I shook my head wondering how anyone could still crack a joke at this stage of their live. I turned to leave but not without stealing a final glance at him. His brows were furrowed together, something Ayomide does whenever he was confused. I watched him looking around as if wondering what was funny.
Then I realized, he wasn't trying to be funny, he really didn't know who Judas was.
...To be continued
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Short Story....And that's the saddest thing about betrayal, it comes from your friends. Or at least you thought they were.
