Drabble: The Witch – by Mike Mankoff

by specklit

A pyre was erected and the witch was brought forward. It was Winter. My Winter. Warmth filled me and I ran forward without thinking, the heat increasing with each step.

I was too far away. A torch was lit and the blistering heat spread through my body.

The guard bent to light the pyre and the heat consumed me. Guards burst into flame and I laughed. It felt like coming inside on a cold day.

The fire stopped. Winter stared, mouth open. My head spun. What just happened? The crowd shrank back in fear.

Then someone yelled, “Witch!”

Uh-oh.

Author’s Note: What if you became the thing everyone called a monster?


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