There was a little bakery in the middle of the city, so popular that people stood in queues that would reach halfway through the street.
These mortal clients presumed (as they did not know better), that the owner was merely an extremely talented baker. Little did they know they devoured the pastries of a world renowned witch, who had stirred up plenty of trouble in her youth.
Now, several centuries old, she had discovered that tarts were much more fun to bake than children's hearts.
Not to mention how much better they sold.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
