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“We have a son! I will teach him to be a good carpenter.”
“Are you sure? I know you promised but . . .”
“Hush, wife – I meant every word – now sleep.”
She lay back on the straw holding her son to her breast and
slept until voices woke her.
“Find another shelter – my wife’s just had a baby.”
“We know; we were told to come – we’ll leave the flock
outside.”
She moved her veil aside to show the child, and weathered
faces worshipped while his baby hands bestowed blessings.
“You’ve seen him,” Joseph said, “Now leave us in peace.”
“We all wish for peace,” they said and departed, leaving a
lamb behind – mother and baby snuggled into its warm fleece and were comforted.
Later, more visitors came, rivalling the star-shine with their gifts, and as Joseph hid the treasures from thieves his last doubts vanished - Mary’s story of an angel was true.
That night Mary woke weeping. “I had a dream,” she sobbed into Joseph’s arms and he said, only half in jest, “Not another one!”
“I dreamed he was sold for thirty pieces of silver.”
“Our son will be a simple carpenter, wife – who would sell
him?”
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There's no 100 word challenge this week, so I chose a story that I wrote a year ago in response to a different forum's challenge to write 200 words inspired by the word SILVER.
The photograph I have used is of the crib at Reina Sofia Airport in Tenerife, where I live.
Thank you for reading my blog, and for the lovely comments I have received over the year.
I WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY AND SUCCESSFUL 2015.
