Assorted Flash Fiction Writings #2
Copyright© 2024 by Chaon
I’m not a monster
Writing prompt: You just thought the townsfolk were being nice, occasionally sending you gifts and treats. Recently you found out they were actually offerings, as the village was afraid you’d attack them otherwise. You decide to go clear up the misconception.
I had wandered for years before I found this forgotten and rundown house just beyond a hill from the nearest village. I had been forced to flee my home after the fire as I was burnt badly and they believed I was a monster because I survived and the scars left from the fire.
Never mind that I grew up with them, they only saw the scars now and feared me because I survived where others died.
So I left to find some place to live away from others who knew of me.
This house was perfect. It required some repairs and a lot of work but it was isolated so I didn’t really have to worry about visitors.
Of course I forgot how curious village children could be and it didn’t take long for them to find out I was living here.
I made sure to keep covered as much as possible but nothing can help when the wind blows and exposes my face and scars And the children see them.
So I keep to myself as much as possible and only going into the village a few times a month to sell the hides and herbs I collected. There are some necessities you can only get from a village market.
But lately I have been finding random baskets of goods left near my cottage. I haven’t seen who is leaving them and I don’t know why but maybe they are just wary of me.
I got a shock this afternoon when I returned to my cottage. There was a young woman tied to a tree just near it. I had no idea what she was doing there, especially tied to a tree.
“Who are you?” I asked her as I walked closer to her.
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