Tom staggered backwards, reeling in shock as he registered that the one person he had never considered capable of treachery was embroiled, perhaps even up to her neck, in this grisly tale.
“Tom, dear, you have to understand – he was a threat to the whole village. He had such ways about him as I never saw, and he *watched* us…oh, he was always watching, always peeping in at us. Downright awful it was, until we all feared for our lives – it just came to the point where none of us felt safe and action had to be taken!”
Murmurs of consent and approval reverberated around the hall, enveloping Tom in a suffocating sound-storm which echoed and thundered as snow fell before his eyes and his knees buckled; his fall broken by the gentle, loving, murderous hands of the woman who had raised him.
This was part of Six Sentence Stories, with this week’s prompt ‘SNOW’. Many thanks to Ivy for the continued inspiration and challenge.
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