Not Guilty

Not Guilty

The clock was teasing her as it took its slow time for the hand to strike noon. It was eleven thirty, and only thirty more minutes remained before the young widow was to be hanged.

Sweat beaded across the young woman's forehead as she counted down the minutes. Her eyes were teary and her hands were shaky from fiddling with the necklace she wore. It was the necklace that had bead in the shape of a cross--a cross that represented a Messiah she heard of who lived many generations ago known to be a savior. During this time, she was in need of a savior. But the prayers she prayed were unanswered, and the faith she had within her had disappeared.

Knowing her time would be up soon, she had to get ready and face whatever the town's people would throw at her this time.

Witch!
Witch!
She's a witch!
Hang her!
Burn her!
Send her back to Hell where she belongs!

The flashbacks of the voices screamed in her head. Her tears flowed as she continued to listen to the voices scream at her. How could they accuse her of something she had no partake in? How could Salem accuse her of something so sinister? Especially when she was known by her neighbors and friends to be a christian woman. How could the court accuse her of such rash behavior?

It didn't matter anymore as she knew the court made their final decision. If she did remember correctly, the court had hanged two christian women a few weeks ago to be accused of practicing witch craft. Was there any proof to be sure they were guilty of such crime? None whatsoever. They both were innocent, as well as Elizabeth Woods who would be hanged within the next fifteen minutes.