Witch

By L.F. Shelly

We took what we wanted, whenever we wanted. Drunk on magic’s power, we laughed, drank dark wine, and boasted of our triumphs. At night, we danced skyclad, worshiping our gods with fierce devotion. We never thought of yesterday or dreamed of tomorrow. Those were the days.

Now, I stand alone, the last of my kind. Their eyes are filled with fear and hatred. Children hide behind their mothers’ skirts; fathers spit and curse, desperate to rid the land of us.

With my spells and potions, I leave the town behind, the stench of the burned maiden still fresh in my nose.