By Ella Jones
A scream pierced the bustle of the marketplace, drawing confused looks from the locals hawking their wares. Knowing smiles quickly followed as a familiar acrid smell filled the air.
Smoke rose above the stalls and the crowd eagerly made their way to the courtyard. “Burn the witch!” echoed round the cloisters, mixing with shrieks as tender flesh blistered.
The shrill cry of a child rang out and the people turned. “Mummy!” the little girl screamed hysterically, desperately pushing past the bloodthirsty crowd.
She was quickly removed and shielded from the scene, but not before she saw the flames engulf her mother.
So many works of American Literature come to mind. Painful.
Ouch. A nightmare!
Horrific ending. Good example of our extreme cruelty to one another. Liked it.
Sad, but awesome story. Great job.
Utterly nasty, just like burning – witches or heretics. Many children must have seen a parent, uncle, grandparent, burn.
We have to remember it, but don’t want to.
Many thanks.
Very well written, and yes I am quite sure captures a scene that has played out far too many times in history.