Prompt: It was Wednesday, the day of kindness.
The sun dipped low on the horizon and with its descent, Savina could feel the tension settling into her shoulders. In the reddening sky, the smiles on everyone she passed felt sinister. A reminder that the truce of today would not continue through the night. She resisted the urge to clutch her knapsack to her body. She forced herself to keep walking with her head held high.
Once she left the crowded market, her steps quickened. She had to make it to her hideout before the night settled around her. The path through the woods was treacherous in the dark, full of roots that came alive in the night to snag ankles and cracks that opened in the ground to swallow feet. She could not afford to have an injury when the sun rose.
In the morning the villagers turned into a band of pitchfork-brandishing and torch carrying monsters.
The day of kindness. What a misnomer.
It was the day that the villagers let the outcasts come into town.
They fed them.
They bathed them.
They cared for their injuries.
If they were sick, they gave them medicine.
After all, where was the fun in hunting prey that was too weak to put up a fight? (more…)