Nesting Doll

She followed her father inside.

Meredith writhed in agony in the bed, Martin trying to comfort her. She pushed suddenly, as if in labour, then relaxed, and sighed, falling back into a deep sleep. He threw back the covers. Behind him, Truda gasped, covering her mouth.

Resting on the sheet between her mother's legs, in a small pool of blood, was a black hen's eggs, warm, and hard as stone.

“ I told you, “ Truda hissed. “ There's your witch! “

“ Quiet! “ Martin ordered. “ I must get rid of this, take it back to from where it came. The devil is in my house. I trust neither of you. This is what I get for doubting God's plan. “

Later, when the mist had lifted, Truda watched her father take the egg to edge of the woods, and bury it. She was having hateful thoughts, her scalp still burning.





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