This is a story which has been years in the writing, and has changed considerably from its initial form. It stems from a thought I had once about the way we judge people without even trying to figure out why they’ve acted as they have. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it. I also hope you comment on it.

Crying Man

So, a guy walks into an inn. Only it’s not just any old inn, it’s Ye Olde Jerusalem Alehouse, and there’s a bit of a sober atmosphere around. A prophet has been killed recently, for crimes against the state – or at least that’s what the elders accused him of.

Anyway, a guy walks into the in, goes up to the bar and sits down. The barman walks up to him and asks what he’ll have, but he doesn’t seem interested in anything much, he just stares at the rows of…

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