As I walked through a deep, dark wood, Gretel pointed towards the sweet smelling cottage in the distance…we were finally there.
We crept through the whispering trees carefully, together hand in hand. If only we knew then what they were trying to warn us of, we would have turned back and never ventured forward.
The sweet smell of pink wispy candyfloss and deep-fried churros with sugar clinging on each doughy twig seemed to be enticing us, leading us, encouraging us.
We knocked tentatively on the marshmallow door, and waited, whilst holding our breath. We had reached our destination, we could finally smell the sweet smell of success. How wrong we had been…