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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER, LONG AGO
“It’s so cold!” Marybeth shivered by the fireplace.
“This ain’t nothing.” Grandma Hattie’s wizened cheeks glistened in the flickering light. “1697, the year I turned twelve, winter commenced mid-November and by the last of March there was no sign of spring. The good Christians of Leonardtown blamed my teacher and friend Moll Dyer.”
“You knew her?”
“To this day I see them with their torches and tankards hollering, ‘witch! witch!’ as they set her hut ablaze.”
“They say she put a hex on the village, Grandma.”
“If anyone cursed them it was their precious God for slaying an innocent lamb.”