"She's a witch!" the second to worst shouted in echo. Macrae's face hadn't, wouldn't, shift to baseless accusations.
"And if I am?" she wondered aloud. Her accuser were taken aback by her refusal to deny. Why bother to deny what so many knew to be untrue? She felt the crowd shift to her.
"We - we'll," the second tried.
"We'll run you out of town!" the worst shouted. A few murmured in agreement. Macrae crossed her arms; she could almost laugh.
"I don't live in town."
"You won't be able to shop or-"
"I'll start a farm." The words had a sort of power to them. The crowd shifted.
"And work it yourself?" There was laughter. "A woman, working her own farm!"
"Who said she was alone?" said the old sailor, said the baker.
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The Maid and The Selkie
Short StoryMacrae finds a strange child on the sand. Elspeth finds her preconceptions are not as true as fact. They find friends in each other, and want to keep that love forever. Cover made with www.canva.com
