“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