Was there a Reason?

Sometimes I wonder if there really was a witch hidden among them. How can peaceful people react who stupidly? Turning against each other. People who were respected pointed at their neighbors. I remember clearly when I saw her. Her beauty was welcoming and different from the hardness of the entire village. She was outcast from everyone and it was obvious that she is avoided by everyone. The way she held herself was different too. She walked forward with her head up. Her eyes never cast down either and when she was spoken to she looked directly at your eyes and compared to women in the colonies and London was a welcome change.

My meeting with this woman was strange. It was during the time that I was doing odd jobs around to make a few extra money and spot her. She was picking up what looked like a heavy basket, and some blackbirds were around her. Oddly those blackbirds didn’t seem fright of her until I walked over to give her a hand. She was dressed in the typical colonist grey dress curly with a black coat around her shoulders. Her dark coal-black hair was cascade down. Most women would wear their hair up in a tight bun, not this woman. I reached down to picked up and she thanked me. Her voice sounded like your average English accent but I could tell it wasn’t her native language. I smiled at her and was surprised by how pale she really was. Her skin was very pale even for the people here. Her skin was like a porcelain doll and she even had rosey cheeks. Her lips were like a small heart and the color was a deep red rose. I looked her up and down. She didn’t appear to resemble a lady of the night. She offered a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and the red rose stayed. Her lips were naturally red?

How odd.

She was very lovely.