Author’s Note: This one is purely fiction. It has little to no Biblical basis except for the mention that there was no room for Jesus to be born in the inn. ### It was the disappointment in all their faces. The innkeeper relished in it. He watched as their eyes cast downward, their shoulders slumped, their brows furrowed in anger. Every face mirrored just a fragment of the innkeeper’s own pain. He thought he may be able to gather it all like he was collecting stones, more and more from each traveler he turned away. He could put the sadness together and see a mosaic the same shape of the sorrow that he carried.
I suppose I might disagree with the author in her assessment that her story is "purely fiction" with "little to no Biblical basis." (If I may be so bold!)
One of the wonderful things about scripture is what it doesn't say in the narratives. Your stories have demonstrated a creative, faithful, and sensory immersion of imagination. There is much to be said for avoiding the formulaic and fossilized regurgitation that attempts to be literature.
I suppose I might disagree with the author in her assessment that her story is "purely fiction" with "little to no Biblical basis." (If I may be so bold!)
One of the wonderful things about scripture is what it doesn't say in the narratives. Your stories have demonstrated a creative, faithful, and sensory immersion of imagination. There is much to be said for avoiding the formulaic and fossilized regurgitation that attempts to be literature.
How stressful that time must have been for the townspeople. The innkeeper seemed so insignificant until now.
I so enjoy seeing a story and Ashley never disappoints in painting her stories for our mind’s eye.