Nesting Doll

Martin held the axe, looking down at her. It was an effortless kill. Convinced the witch was dead, the curse would be lifted, the rot would be removed from the grain, and the livestock would produce again.

He reburied the pieces of egg and grabbed dead Meredith by an arm and dragged her into the woods. Her burial would have to be done before Truda awoke. She was not to see this.

Back at the cottage, still in her bed, Truda cried out, arching her back in pain, having a seizure. It only lasted a moment and she fell back into a deep sleep.

 

Martin was washed and sitting by the fire reading the scriptures. It was close to midday and Truda was wide awake now.

“ I've slept too long, Father. “ she said. “ I apologise for my laziness. Shall I check for an egg? “





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