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A Laborious Inquistion

She was sixteen, young, beautiful, friendly, with a kind heart. She had no idea why she was dragged from her home in the middle of the night by the Christians. Her accuser was protected, safely hidden from suspicion, Because she had named her best friend after a laborious inquisition. Kill her! Flog her! They yelled. Many old, angry, with ugly lives unhappily lived. Her beauty angered them. She was pronounced innocent after her drowning. Happy, the Christians went away to collect another unjustly accused. The others paralyzed by fear began to church.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/18/2018 10:36:00 PM

Bold ink! I'm with Line: Very provocative! Kudos! ~gw P.S. Can I ask you how I, the reader, should (ideally) understand the last line?

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/19/2018 12:07:00 AM

Gershon, the beauty of the last line is, it can be taken one way or another or both ways. Caren

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/18/2018 12:49:00 PM

Wow, very provocative. And this would be the precursor to the witch hunt? Superbly done, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/19/2018 12:08:00 AM

Thank you, Line. I drove through Salem, Massachusetts once, and the hair on my head raised up, and I was only driving through the town. There is something very scary about people being so paralyzed by fear that they do not remember to recall their integrity and stand up for what is wrong.