Thieves In The Temple

Judas sat down, and motioned for Zooey to do the same. Judas closed her eyes, and tried to paint something beautiful. Something inspirational. Something that would pay for her lunch.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Zooey had already filled two canvases.
“Your pictures are angry,” she admonished softly.
“Hmm? How do you mean, Jud?” Zooey’s brow furrowed.
“Look. Here, you strokes are quick, unforgiving. Dark, as if to suggest…”
“Judas,” he interrupted with a smile. “I’m just trying to get us some lunch. I suggest you do the same.” Zooey pointed at her empty canvas.
“Pardon, how much?” A woman held up one of Zooey’s paintings.
“Uhh, I’m sorry, you have to talk to that man over there.” He turned around to find Kejahatan. He was no where in sight.
“You two!” yelled a police officer. “You’re under arrest.”
“For what?” Demanded Zooey angrily.
“Robbing the temple.”

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