Macrae watched the men retreated to their homes with pride in her heart. She had won, they were scum, and the village would soon be clean of them. After all, it would be them who could no longer be able to shop or work in this village.
The crowd, mostly of fellow victims of the men, that had gathered in Macrae's defense began to scatter, the job done. Macrae remained rooted in a half-trance of amazement.
She had won.
Macrae was startled by a sudden hand on her shoulder. "For the sake of my soul," the old sailor said, "you aren't a witch, right?"
Macrae shrieked with sudden laugher. A few in the dispersing crowd jumped. Macrae laughed until she could barely stand, tears pouring down her face. By the time the tears came, the old sailor had joined her. They didn't fall over only because of the other's support.
She had won!
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The Maid and The Selkie
Storie breviMacrae 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
