I thought of Joan again..
(short story )
The sweat on his body covered ever increment of his skin. His internal temperature burned him from the inside-out. Still in a deep daze he could hear the screams of the woman he wanted to spend his life with . Cracks from the expanding wood and the rush of the large flame that engulfed the small woman’s body, slightly came over the cries. The man watched in silence this was his country that brought him to his knees. He had been through so much with the towns people, they knew the love he had for the country and the woman they burned. He didn’t understand why they would allow him to hurt in such a cruel fashion .
His mind set went from the ugly people that surround him to the beautiful woman melting away in front. She used her remaining voice to declare her love for him one last time.
In a tone only an angle could hear he gave a small prayer, “Close your eyes Ma ange. It will be over before you know it. No more pain to feel, no more hate for your bravery, Just peace. Ma ange Joan, Don’t wait for me like you promised you would in the meadow so long ago . Fall to the life beyond the tangible world. Leave here to save yourself. amen.”
When the scrams became nothing the brutes holding Joan’s love threw him into the soot ,kicking him one last time into the warm dirt at the foot of the stake. The towns people disperse with the dying fire. Francis went to his feet , slowly did he looked over the darkened rubble that was once a bright young woman . Her face had nothing quite recognizable about it, the only thing that made it threw the ash was a small smile. He returned the gesture. He was sure that she had received his message . He hoped that his words would guide her back to the meadow that kept her safe in the Frenchman’s arms since years past and years to come…