It is summer, 1692 AD in Salem, Massachusetts, and my name is Mary. The world around me has gone crazy. I have watched as the village turned on its own, hanging innocents out of fear and the lies of children. Good, kind, God-fearing innocents.
I fear for my life. I have worked beside many of the accused, lending a hand in the kneading and baking of bread, tending to their gardens. I fear I am next.
I could stay, anxiously waiting, or I could follow that path behind my house through the woods, leaving behind all I have ever known.
Today’s fiction is inspired by Madison Woods’ photo prompt for #FridayFictioneers and the Bloggy Mom’s Writer’s Workshop prompt, which was to write what you don’t know, or something new. I’ve never taken on historical fiction, so I thought I would try it here. It also works for Write on Edge’s Friday prompt, which was the role of Fate.
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