Jesus-Hemmingway

As the sky turned maroon, the people of Jerusalem looked upon their savior. They could already see the blackness of night creeping up into the vast space above them. By the order of law, the lord and savior was to be sentenced to death, a crucifixion. Dark and muggy, the crowd of people that had gathered grew restless. The imminent aura was both tense and unsettling, however the crucifixion was to go on. Christ peered towards the mountain, its looming gloominess seemed to have no effect on him. Silent but steady he took hold of the situation.
“I, the son of God, am to die by the whims of his people.” Jesus proclaimed. “But I ought not to be afraid, for fear is but the enemy.”
The crowd booed his audacious remarks. Fear is what they lived for, the pain and the suffering of this imposter is what they wanted. However Jesus did not give in, his stature never faltered and thus, he stood tall.
“You brought it on yourself.” murmured a little boy
“Excuse me?” Christ looked aside. His eyes scanned over the crowd to the little boy.
“Well, had you not preached, had you not been such an outcast, if you had just kept quiet…” replied the little boy.
“The will of God be done. I must spread His word throughout the land. I must let the people know of Him. He is God” Jesus spoke.
Barely audible, the little boy said “He, whom you speak of so well, is not almighty”