One poisoned apple that's all it was, it wasn't like a life curse. It was one time, one apple, one step mother disguised as a hag. Two centuries later she still couldn't bite into one without needing a twenty hour power nap. Now it was nearly fall, the leaves would start changing, the temperature would go down and suddenly pumpkin and apple would find its way into every delicious autumn treat.
Her little problem wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that autumn was her absolute favorite time of year and if apple pastries weren't her absolute favorite treat.
She was out to do some shopping when the smell of apple tarts hit in the face. Like a moth to a flame she found her self outside The Baker's bake-shop,nose pressed against the glass and biting her lip like a child who'd just the very thing they wanted from Santa.
Just a smell,she thought.Maybe a sample, a sample would just make me groggy!