Template:Contestwinner/January 2019

Dear Lord, last night I told my soon-to-be husband I was carrying the son of God. To be clear, I told him that I was pregnant. Gabriel told him that we were blessed with this holy gift. Joseph was not pleased with the news of his intended having lost her virtue somehow and to someone else. He and I have never lain together. At first, he did not believe I was with child at all and said I was silly and knew nothing of such business. Then, when I told him of my bleeding cycle, he winced and looked up to the sky.

We stood in a field, the village lights a good mile away. We were not supposed to be alone together before our wedding day. He paced for a few minutes, throwing me glances that were at one moment icy and the next, filled with raging fire. I looked to the village lights again, wondering if I had made a mistake delivering the news so far from the safety of civilization. Finally, he said,

“Have you no respect for your betrothed? Have you no sense of respect for yourself that you would disgrace yourself this way?” (Read more...)