After dinner, Rowena decided to go walk outside.
She put on some boots and a jacket and stepped outside the door.
"Philipa?"
Silence
"Philipa!"
Where is the girl when you actually need her? Gosh!
Rowena made her way to the center of town. She kicked a rock with her boots.
"Philipa!"
"Yeah?"
Rowena jumped "Gah!"
Philipa lived down the street. From what Rowena knew, she was around her age too.
"So?" She demanded
"So what?"
Philipa scoffed "Why did you call me you dimwit?"
Rowena explained what she saw and how she got to it. Philipa listened intently and made some sly remarks one in a while like: Well that's your fault. Self-inflicted. Why would you do that?
"So I need your help." Rowena finished. She didn't want to beg the teen girl with a crooked nose for advice but she had to. It was her only choice.
Philipa looked pleased. "Alright, let's begin"
She explained how the trials worked. And how to outsmart it.
"There are a bunch of people to accuse really..."
"But I don't use witchcraft"
Philipa raised her eyebrows and indicated to her bag "Would I not find a book in there?"
Busted
"Books don't mean I'm a witch!"Rowena protested
"To them it is, so be careful of what you do..."
Rowena shoved her book deeper into her bag and when she looked up, Philipa was gone.
"Philipa?"
How did the even-
She was right-
What?
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The Accused Witch
Fiction généraleJuly 1692, in the Salem Village in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, A young girl gets accused of being a witch and gets threatens with a hanging...
