They burned them out. Fire was the cure for witches, after all. Most girls fled from the fire and smoke, only to meet bayonets instead.
Liza took anyone she came across and fled to the lowest cellars. She could save a handful in the chaos.
They stayed below ground for days, just to be safe. The sky was still a haze of smoke when they emerged.
"We're finished," a first year said. Liza shook her head.
"We start again."
"But they burned all the books!" another wailed.
"I have them here." She tapped her head. "And soon, so will you."
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.