A snippet of what I wrote today
Here’s a little tease from the happy little tale that I’m writing at the moment. Fun, isn’t it?
“My mother had never known or met the dead man, but because she was different to them they blamed her. Never mind that she healed broken folk. Never mind that she delivered babies safely. Never mind that she helped the loveless find happiness. She was other, so she must be to blame. You want to hear what they did to my mother, John? They beat her before me and dragged the both of us to the burial of the dead man. There they stripped her, and they pushed her face down on top of the body in the open grave. She struggled, and cried out to me. I tried to get to her, but I was held tight by the women. They held Mam down, her face pushed into that of the corpse, until a heavy stone was brought. It took two men to carry it. They lowered it onto her back so that she could not move. Then they filled in the grave, slowly, her terrified screams eventually being muffled as the grave was filled and the earth stopped her mouth and her life. I was six years old.”