“Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!”
I can hear the others over my sobs. My classmates; Anne, Sarah, and Elizabeth, they lied!
“Confess sweet girl. God will have mercy on you. He is forgiving!”
I have done nothing wrong! I am innocent! Why does no one believe me? I plead with the reverend, I have no more tears to shed.
“You won’t confess, eh? More weight!”
No, please! No more stones! I cannot move, I cannot breathe! I feel my last breath escape as I watch Mistress Martha’s mouth move.
“Poor girl. The reverend does not know she’s mute, not a witch”
In response to “Weight” Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge