Marrying Joseph

By Akaysha Mynes

Widowed mom, Maria and her neighbor, Joseph are volunteered by their teenage sons to play Mary and Joseph in their church's play. The two have been friends for years but now that they are spending extra time together, they begin to notice each other in a new light. Christmas lights to be exact. Wedding bells begin to play instead of jingle bells…

A short story about finding love right next door.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Akaysha Mynes
• Release date: Nov 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223059585

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Akaysha Mynes

Marrying Joseph

Copyright © 2023 by Akaysha Mynes

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To all of those who put up their Christmas tree on November 1st.

Contents

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

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One

Chapter 1

Snowflakes fell in beautiful patterns as I walked down the already icy sidewalk. It was two weeks until Christmas. The happiest time of year. At least it had been. Back before my husband passed away, and left me alone with our twelve-year-old son. Three years had come and gone since then.

The two paper bags containing the groceries I bought at the store began to feel heavier than before. I quickened my steps since I was only a few blocks from home. With each step, I sent a tiny prayer toward heaven that I would make it to the house before the bags broke or I slipped on one of the patches of ice beneath me. There were