The Toffee Apple Stall

The autumn fete was a huge success, especially the toffee apples. Willow, the stallholder, couldn’t keep up with demand. Children were flocking to her stall from miles around.

Some parents expressed concerns.

“Only one per child,” Willow assured. “What harm can they do?”

At sunset, Willow closed up shop and disappeared, literally.

Her sugar-coated time bombs were Willow’s secret recipe, handed down from her great-grandmother; the last witch to be burned by the villagers.

As clocks struck midnight, one by one, the houses in the village sparked into life. Soon the whole village was ablaze, thanks to Willow’s little pyromaniacs.

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