Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Ninety-Six

Heavy footed men, their malice fuelled by false piety, surrounded the tumbledown cottage. The woman they called ‘witch’ awakened as their heavy boots entered the woods that surrounded her garden.

By the time they burst open the door and broke the windows the place was empty and silent. At first there was disappointment. Then somebody found the beer, the applejack, and even some precious usquebaugh. 

So they set fire to the cottage and had a party.

A crow in the mightiest oak watched the forest dwellers gut the drunken men with their bronze knives. 

Then she cawed and flew away.

©️jj 2019

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