Monologue Of Alcina Short Story

“Wow, that’s pretty fucked up,” I said after hearing what my mama had to say, but then I quickly apologized for my language fearing that she wouldn’t go on with her story. But she still gave me a tongue-lashing anyways by saying, “Cera, your language, please,” even though, like I’d said, I had apologized. And, on top of that she gave me her patented look of disapproval. “Anyway,” she began again, “so during the time that Alcina was known to be living out in the forest there was also this girl from the village named, Abellona Abbott, who by all accounts was just your typical teenage girl. You know, she would go out into the forest with friends to play and hang out, gossip with other girls about the boys they liked. Normal stuff like

But they find nothing, just some jars of herbs and Alcina’s writings that she’d kept in a journal. Still, they weren’t going to let a lack of evidence stop them and spoil a good lynching though. “So the men right away condemn Alcina and Abellona of being guilty of witchcraft. Claiming that the things which Alcina had written in her journals—mostly recipes and other knowledge she’d obtained from her time in the forest—was actually magic spells and thereby evidence of her sorcery. “The villagers then accuse the two of them of being cohorts of the Devil, and the ones solely responsible for the poor farming season the village had recently experienced. “The truth was that the northeast that year had experienced an exceptionally wet spring and beginning of summer, which had caused the crop’s roots to rot in the soil. They had also even blamed Alcina and Abellona for being responsible for the acute bout of influenza that had swept through the village taking out several community members during the past

“People believed in evil spirits, the boogie man, and all sorts of weird stuff. In a way, things haven’t changed all that much around here in the past two hundred eighty some-odd years.” I had watched my mama for a moment as she paused and thought deeply about what she had just said to me. I even thought for a second that she might have been reminiscing about her childhood. Growing up around here and all the tough times she must have had with some of the people who ultimately caused her to want to run away. After a while though she started to freak me out a little when she seemed to linger on a little too long in her hypnotic state, and soon I began to feel like I should do something—raise my voice at her, or snap my fingers, maybe clap my hands, or even just give her a hug. But I didn’t do any of that. I just ended up saying, “And then what happened?” which seemed to do just fine breaking her out of her daydream. She went on. “Well, like I said, Abellona and Alcina were both arrested and charged with practicing witchcraft and Satanism. Alcina was never even given any sort of trial what-so-ever and was immediately sentenced to death by