“Standing With My Toes Hanging over the Edge”…It’s a Six.

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and a vaction edition of the Six Sentence Story. Our Hostess Zoe, aka Ivywalker puts on a bloghop each and every week and invites any and all to share a story, poem, limerick, anecdote (catch my drift?) that contains no more and no less than 6 sentences.Β I have found it to be an enjoyable challenge! This week’s cue word is Craft.

The thin girl, wavy, flowing hair resistent to being contained under the starched bonnet, was barely out of her teens but in this time period she was considered a young woman, an adult subject to the laws of the small minded community to which she was born.

She’d been brought before the council to answer for what she was accused – crimes against humanity and Christianity and all things holy and good, witchcraft – and while older women were the majority accused, she stood as an example that no female was exempt from accusation.

A life had been saved, a young life she saw no reason to be sacrificed to the impenetrable ignorance of religious fervor that permeated the day. She had been taught how to cultivate and mix herbs into healing potions and linaments, medicine surely as effective as anything prescribed by the so called “doctors” of the day by Agwi, an island slave who’d been brought against his will to this fledgling colony.

Bridget couldn’t remember the first time she met Agwi, it felt as if she had always known him, and just as certain was the feeling, the knowing, that there was something extraordinary about the dark skinned slave.

She was tutor to the young boy whose parents, Agwi served, and so it was that a friendship almost magically was able to grow and flourish right under the noses of those who would surely have disapproved, association with a slave was tantamount to the worst crime save for witchcraft.

Under Agwi’s careful, albeit clandestine tuteledge, Bridget learned the craft of medicinal herbs, homeopathic remedies and ways in which to soothe ailments so prevalent to the times but tragically there was no cure for fear and ignorance as she now stood before the tribunal accused of consorting with the devil himself instead of being praised for saving the life of her young student.

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15 thoughts on ““Standing With My Toes Hanging over the Edge”…It’s a Six.

  1. Came over here thinking, I wonder if Denise has written something. And written something fantastic, she has! This whole piece could serve as a commentary for current events – the symbolism is not lost: you nailed it!
    I hope you have a wonderful day, sweet friend!

    1. Thank you my friend for not giving up on yours truly πŸ˜€
      I’ve always written with a mind that my words were such that interpretion would be as varied as were my readers. But I agree, it could be commentary on current events for sure 😦
      You have a wonderful day too Ms. Sageleaf!

    1. Thank you Josie. Ignorance is a dangerous condition. Fear. Ignorance rules by way of fear. What better way to control the masses?
      The “enlightened ones” are those who offer something different from what is. God forbid we consider what could be.

  2. We like to think that sort of prejudice has been wiped out but sadly that is not the case as it is still with us in many forms. Your story is beautifully told.

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