Flash Fiction #203 – What Thee Giveth, Thee Shall Receiveth

“Final warning:” croaked Agness from her cage. “What thee giveth, thee shall receiveth.”

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“Witch,” Arthur replied to the ruined woman, despite it being he who planted her “witchly trinkets.” Served her right… mocking his sexual advances! “Tom’rrow thee hangeth,” he said.

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That morn, he awoke in Agnes’ broken body.

The noose around her neck was his.

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In the jeering crowd, Arthur found his own face staring back at him but with her cold eyes.

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​What thee giveth, thee shall receiveth, Agnes mouthed, now in his body, as the rope stretched tight.