WINNER
The Scapegoat
by Lucy Nankivell
Salt scrunches underfoot. This place is not like earth. Don’t leave me here.
It is evil, drive it away – look at its yellow eyes, its horns, its split hoof. We are pure now, we are clean, we have poured our cruelty, our coveting into the beast that deserves to die no matter how mild its eye, no matter how sweetly it bleats, it is evil.