Every fortnight this fantastic blog hosts a photograph suggested by contributors. People are urged to join in, comment with their paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. Poems, stories, even comments by readers are welcome. Today, I decided to join. 🙂
Shhhh the townspeople would say
Every time she passed their way
Never look her in the eye
Or misfortune will come your way…
The witch, they say
Rarely came out during the day
Once in a while she came to town
And some thread.
No one dared to wander off
Up the hill where her cottage lay
Until one unfortunate day
A plague struck the village
Boys and girls of every age
One by one, they fell ill
Hence, the townspeople marched up the hill
An angry mob with torches in hand
To drive the sorceress off the land.
But the old hag did not leave
Even as they burned her house down
By the window she quietly stood
With a doll and a frown
The shabby old cottage,
Was swallowed by flames
But no haunting screams filled the air
People heard no cry for help,
Nor of pain, nor sound of despair
Frightened, the village people went home
To find their children still dead and gone.
Little did they know that the woman they slew
Was once a mother too
‘til in her womb, she lost her child
And her sanity too.
The threads were not meant for spells
They were only for her doll
A spitting image of her
Of her long dead daughter.
Just another tale of woe
Of people’s lives left to chance
And of heinous crimes
Born of ignorance.
– kz ^^