Flash Fiction: The Gingerbread House

Note:
This week’s story took inspiration from the fairy tale “Hansel and Gretel”. More Conversations with The Muse can be found here.

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LOCATION: Tannille’s mind’s eye

In a forest, probably not THE FOREST, Tannille stood with her muse, hoping this week’s blog story would come pronto. 

“All I can see is a gingerbread house.”

“I know, it can’t be unseen.”

“Think the witch is inside?”

“Nah, Gretel burnt the poor woman to a crisp. Bad manners.”

“Well, she did try to eat them.”

“The vandals gnawed on her house,” said The Muse, swinging around a tree.

“Savages!”

“The real villains – the parents. Too busy feeding their magic mushroom addiction. Mummy died from an overdose and daddy blamed mummy for the child abuse.”

“Where are the kids now?”

“Therapy.”