The Witching Hour - Primeval drabble
It was a small community, perhaps a few dozen houses at most. Yet far enough back, this might be a major town. Difficult to tell where or when, in the dark.
The stars were so bright now the gateway had closed. No light pollution, the night sky was beautiful.
It had to be late. No time for a woman to be found out alone for no reason. If she was as far back as she suspected, they might even burn her for it. Others had tried.
Emily turned away, choosing to hide in the darkness and wait for a gateway.
The stars were so bright now the gateway had closed. No light pollution, the night sky was beautiful.
It had to be late. No time for a woman to be found out alone for no reason. If she was as far back as she suspected, they might even burn her for it. Others had tried.
Emily turned away, choosing to hide in the darkness and wait for a gateway.