Was it the book that made her house so different from the houses in the neighbourhood? The neighbours stayed away, tried to avoid her. She didn't care, she learned to live with it and her dog turned out to be a loyal companion. The voices in her head remained. They begged for mercy.
Drown them, a man shouted and everyone joined in, drown them, drown those witches, the source of all our misery.
Leave him, he is not my friend, cried one of the damned.
In thoughts, she sat at the table. It felt as if she heard the cart rattling through the streets.
The moon was closer than ever. She had spread flowers around the room for the peace of mind of the poor souls, those of the wrongfully convicted. No one had ever called them heroes or martyrs, she thought. How many of them were falsely accused?
Fruits, tacos and a hot dip were waiting.
The other Bible sat on the shelf since she finished reading, it waited peacefully next to the other books, none of which had brought her solace. Her head buzzed.
There was almost too much proof to be true. She stared at the moon, which suddenly seemed a colourful contrast to the world outside. She shook her head in confusion and blinked. She had made a decision, it was time to go. Carefully she lifted the old book she had not touched for so long from its shelf and opened it.
"Time travel is a piece of cake during a full moon and when the moon is big the wormhole is open."
The moon calls, those in need wait, she whispered.
A bright hole opened before her eyes.
Let's go, Scamp, there's something to fix in the past.
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11-3-2024
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