Diary Drabble: Condemn

Condemn, they screamed in the streets. Condemn, they muttered under their breath from the galleries in the court. Across dining tables, and from the comfort of living rooms up and down the country, condemn was the single shared thought. No one listened to alternative arguments. No one really knew what they had been accused of. The law had found them guilty, just because those laws were twisted and manipulated to make it so that didnt matter at all. They say that witchhunts are over, a product...