© Jean L Hays
Hide in Plain Sight
The man screamed and jerked as the cattle prods jabbed into him until he lay still.
The cloaked, hooded figures enveloped him like hungry crows, before grabbing his feet and dragging him into their black windowed van.
I leaned against my door jamb on shaking legs and watched another of my friends heading for repentance camp.
The Inquisitors were getting better at finding our sacred artefacts. I had told him simple concealment was no longer enough.
A shadow fell across my window. I froze, my hand seeking seemingly innocent contact with stained glass Air, Earth, Fire and Water.
This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields' Friday Fictioneers Challenge