Witch Hunt

I kicked in the door to the hovel. The woman had barely time to scream before I had her in my grasp.

“You stand accused of witchcraft,” Father Seamus said. “You were witnessed giving Emma the Evil Eye. Now she miscarried.”

“I’m just a simple midwife, Father. Were I a witch, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me, would you?”

“Good point. Release her,” Father commanded.

I obeyed, but felt unsure why. A question escaped my lips: “Father, why do we believe her?”

She glanced at me with her swirling green eyes.

We left her to pack her things in peace.