It was a cold winter's morning in Hartford, Connecticut. The sun had not yet risen over the horizon, the moon’s light still illuminating the town. In the vast expanse of dark sky, no stars shone through Yet though the moon was hanging low in the sky, and the houses were dark, all were gathered in the town square in a somber silence. The only noise that penetrated the palpable darkness was the building of the pyre. Each man, woman, child threw wood onto an ever-growing pile where the witch would be burned. The harsh winter wind blew across all of the solemn countenances. The pyre was done. It was time.
Suddenly, all faces turned to the south. The witch had been released from the oak stocks. The guards on either side of her held their torches …show more content…
Hooded figures in grey cassock like robes stood on all sides and held out crosses. They parted as she came close, not wanting to be cursed. As the people looked on in horror and fear, she continued on her shameful walk. With her head held high in the face a certain death, she reached her pyre, built by people she had called friends.
She began her ascent up the pile of wood where she was to be burned alive. Halfway up, she got a splinter. It hurt her pretty bad. When she finally made it to the top, she looked down on her …show more content…
They formed a line, and one by one shared their evidence.
“She turned me into a newt,” said the first man, and everyone looked at him as if he were cursed. In response to this he exclaimed, “well it got better.”
The next person to speak was a beautiful woman; even more beautiful than Sara. It was quite apparent she was married to the most powerful man in town. Coincidentally, Sara was married to the second most powerful man. But the woman was quick to assure everyone that this was not political, no, not at all. And so she began, “This woman has been harassing my house ever since her husband lost the fixed election to mine. Stalking is an obvious exhibit of witchcraft.” All the townspeople nodded their heads in unison and shouted, “Burn the witch. Burn her.” The woman continued in a much harsher tone. She had found a witch and they so rudely interrupted her. She continued,“Here is some more evidence.” The woman was not so eloquent, or particularly bright, but she was very pretty and so everyone listened intently. She said “one time I saw her in the forest harvesting plants that are in witch potions, like mushrooms and flowers. Forget the fact that on that day she baked a mushroom and flower cake. This is obviously a sign of