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.
“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?”