Claudia’s Silence

April 2, 2021 at 10:22 pm (Short Story)

As he came through the door, he noticed his wife.

She turned her back on him.

It was going to be one of those days.

No doubt she was angry at him for ignoring her advice this morning.

She retreated to her own room.

He sat down and read the news of the day.

Most of it bad.

Hard to be a politician these days.

He soon found his reading disturbed by people who had come to his door that his servant had let in.

Representatives of the local religious authorities.

They were complaining about an inscription he had written.

He just sent them away with a wave of his hand.

Another man came to his door.

Wanting the release of the body of the criminal that had been executed that day.

He granted the release.

The servant rang the dinner bell.

He went to the dining room and ate dinner with his wife.

Claudia was silent all throughout the meal.

When the meal was over, Claudia again went to her room.

As for Claudia’s husband, he went on to the balcony and looked at the stars.

He thought back to the day’s events.

His wife sending him a message just before a trial he presided over began, “Have nothing to do with that just man. I have had many troublesome dreams this day because of him.”

The representatives of the local religious authorities appearing to him and complaining, “Write not on his cross, Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews in Hebrew, Greek and Latin. Rather write Jesus of Nazareth, He Who Claimed To Be King of the Jews.”

He dismissed them with a wave of his hand saying, “What I have written, I have written.”

And then a counsellor, a member of the Sanhedrin, named Joseph of Arimathea coming to him and asking that Jesus’ body be released to him.

Which he granted.

As he stood up looking at the stars and the sky, he recalled something that a man who had been a visitor to the city of Athens had once said to him.

Apparently in addition to altars built to the various gods and goddesses of Olympus, the people of Athens also had an inscription TO THE UKNOWN GOD.

Who was this Unknown God he wondered as he looked up at the stars and the sky?

Oh well, perhaps in the next life, in what lay beyond death, he might meet this Unknown God.

He doubted very much he would ever meet this Unknown God in this life.

So thought Pontius Pilate.

-A short story written by Christopher
Good Friday, Friday April 2nd 2021.

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