Sabrinathehungrywitch -

“Please,” the girl whispered. “I’m lost. They say you take hunger away.”

It tasted like dirt.

But the girl did not flee. She stepped inside. She sat at Sabrina’s table. And she asked the question no one had ever asked: sabrinathehungrywitch

“I don’t remember,” she whispered. “Please,” the girl whispered

Outside stood a girl no older than Sabrina had been at the start. Pale. Shivering. Holding a raw turnip like a talisman. chewing a common turnip

She sat in her crooked cottage, chewing a common turnip, and for one brief, shattering moment—she felt something other than hunger.