Susan Shaw's Short Story

Susan Shaw is my name; I am going to tell you the story of a good friend of mine Helen Fisher. It was a frigid winter night in 1692, the location Salem, Massachusetts. See Helen was the kind of person who was very outspoken and always loved to learn new things. But Helen also had a dark secret, and I help her the best way I could. I remember the day she told me about it, I was cooking my dinner, I could smell the deer stew from the deer my husband killed that morning as the aroma filled the whole cabin, Oh how Helen love my cooking, she looked at the pot and just smiled from ear to ear and I could see the cut under her eye. When I first asked, she said it came from her cat cutting her. Then she started crying and told me how her husband …show more content…
My husband was the sweetest person ever he was tall, dark and handsome and wasn't like any men in our town, he loved to show me all things in science and many different things. Women in my time should not have known. He once told me he couldn't marry an empty-headed woman And would love to have someone to come home so he can discuss things with. Helen, on the other hand, had an ugly toad of a husband, he was fat, he did not smell good, and his belly was the biggest thing on his body and every time he talked he was always hacking up something. Since he was a judge in our town, everyone thought he was a king. Now I knew what kind of person he was an abusive drunk that wanted to keep his wife in a box. Helen was a small woman who looks like life was just so hard for her, she had bags under her eyes and although her husband smells like old rotten material, Helen smell of sweet …show more content…
I told her I could help her, but the people in our town would have to think that she was a witch. See the people in our town was very small minded people and considered anything different means witch. I told Helen by her husband being a judge he was the main one to get rid of if anything changed. I taught Helen Some of the science lessons. My husband showed me. First I taught her how to make sparks Shoot up from the ground, and I told her she had to do it in the view of the people in town. Our plan went on without a hitch Helen went on trial. They use the same old tactics of drowning, see in our town, they believe that if a woman would float up from the water that she was a witch, But if she drowned, she was not a witch and innocent and just poor lost souls gone. Days before we put our plan in play I had shown Helen how to swim at night the water was indeed freezing, and we were worried about getting sick from it, but thanks to my husband Ben he helps us keep our body temps in check. So when the trail came, and before her husband throws her in the water Helen told him how she never loved him and that his breath smell like an old rotten egg. With that comment, he used all his strength and threw out his back and fell down the hill almost breaking his neck, once Helen was in the water she went down and made sure she stayed low to the bottom. Having to hold her breath until everything was clear, Helen made her way to the boat