They were coming. The angered crowd hoisted their pitchforks and shouted curses in the direction of her cottage. The vengeful sounds that erupted from their throats roared through the trees.
Her breath caught on her heart, which had wedged itself in her throat. She snapped her hand away from the window and its covering closed.
She turned her back to the window and leaned against it. What would she do now?
What will she do? I might let you know with next Sunday’s sentences, or I might not. Heh,heh,heh . . . (I’m having too much fun right now.) :)
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