30. Feast
mini challenge: Cookies


It was the Halloween feast. Ginny sighed, looking down at the table unsure what load of sweets to shovel onto her plat. Like a greedy child, she saw them, sitting there untouched – in her mind she envisioned them bathed in light. Like they were some kind of holly relics.

Reaching her hand over to the plate she took one raspberry, one orange, one strawberry and really any another jammy dodger flavor she could think of. Oh she could write an ode to them.

That was how much she loved them. She loved making them with her mum as a child.