WHO Judas Iscariot, Friar Tuck WHEN Sunday early afternoon WHERE A park in New York WHAT Interesting converation WARNINGS none
Judas had not been a social creature for a long time, but some days he felt the need for a bit of sunshine and a familiar face. Unbeknownst to Mary, he'd decided to find her, and watch and listen to her sermon from afar, and chain smoke until he felt like stopping. He only really smoked for the hell of it, but sometimes he liked pissing people off in the park.
She spoke well, did Mary, he had to admit. She was tender and firm, the cadence of her voice rising and falling, enthralling her avid listeners. Judas snorted to himself and lit a new cig from the ashes of the old one.
He wasn't dressed that well today, just an old pair of slacks, a teeshirt and a blazer with a hole in the elbow where he'd accidentally leaned on the stove before it had cooled down properly. His hair was a bit scruffy and he was unshaven as usual. But it kept people from bothering him, because he looked like too much bother.