“Can I help you?” Hansel noted the dated, rather dusty costume the elderly woman wore. Like Halloween instead of almost Christmas. “Cookies for the grandchildren? Or cakes?”
Her voice cracked like old parchment paper. “The gingerbread houses interest me.” Holding up a fairy tale collection, she pointed a spindly finger at the cover. “That one is mine.”
“The book?”
“No, I mean I designed the house.”
“No kidding.” Her hair infused with cinnamon, Gretel appeared, setting a hot tray down. “You’re an illustrator?”
“A baker.”
“Oh, you’re here to apply for the job? It’s temporary.”
“That’s perfect,” the witch said.
Monica's Monday Morning Flash 
Love this one! It is absolutely perfect.
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Thanks so much. Seemed like a good one for the season and the Solstice. Happy holidays.
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