A night of terror. Of voices in the dark, asking questions she cannot answer, demanding truth instead of lies in the face of accusation.
Dawn finds her tethered to a post. Bound and blindfolded, her heart races with fear, anger, frustrated by small minds and superstitions.
She isn’t dangerous, only different.
By the time they realise, it will be too late.
She smells smoke, hears crackling, knows the fire has taken hold. The heat intensifies.
It won’t be long now…
Written for: Weekend Writing Prompt #216 – Tether | Word count: 80 words