Microfiction: Anathema

Their kind had always been an anathema to her.

They had refused to leave her people alone. Ridiculed, blamed, hunted and burned, she was now the only one left. She would get her revenge. She had figured that humans ate anything cooked with dough.

They would enjoy their own kind, as well…


Word Count: 52

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19

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