The door swung open and the last thing Ava expected to see was little flowerpots filled with fiery blossoms scattered throughout a dilapidated dining room.
Rumor had it that swallowing one of the flower-like flames whole could turn any girl from homely to comely. She had yet to hear of anybody surviving such an attempt without scars.
All she needed was one blossom to trade with the witch. And what would be important enough for somebody of Ava’s standing to risk one of these minute flowers exploding and setting everything around it, herself included, alight with fire?
Hair of course!
Ava reached up and touched the dull, mousy brown strands that hung limply around her shoulders, and took a step towards the pot standing on a table, careful of the one at her feet. She dug around her cluttered skirt pocket, withdrawing scissors and a small jar.
With it, unknown, came an errant coin and she watched with horror as it fell towards the pot on the floor in slow motion. Ava raced for the door as the tips of her hair caught fire.
So much for prettier hair. The fire roared out of control as the door swung shut.
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