
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.
Well written and tight vignette.
clever use of words and concept.
Awesome. Crisp and catchy