Strange things had happened since I last written.
I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people.
Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter.
Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop and it did. When I heard birds chirping outside, I opened the door and found myself in a strange world where people wear clothes that bare skin and they all carried a small rectangular thing called a phone.
I am not in Salem anymore.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.