I stood there watching, weeping, wondering – oblivious to the crowd. Oh, I could hear them jeering, riling, their faces twisted in anger and hate. But their jeers, cheers, and curses meant nothing. I told myself I’d never understand, never know why, He took my place.
He was my substitute there on that hill. It should have been me, He was in my place.
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This week’s prompt was substitute.