Tarts and Flowers
For @fiendoftheforest
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Ann hummed a light tune as she took the pie out to set it on the windowsill, steam emitting from the perfectly crusted surface. She leaned in to get a good smell of the pie, she could smell the sweet cinnamon and apples, and she couldn’t wait to get a slice. This was exactly what she was hoping for on a Saturday night; a nice night in with a pie a la mode, some chai tea, and a movie!
She untied her apron and hung it up, then went to check on Wayne. Her little spider was given a snack before he burrowed in for some rest. Then, she went to the living room to read.
















