youngspy
The bench was covered in a thick slime that appeared to oozed from every crack in the wood. Sadly I needed to set her somewhere, lest she die. I laid her down on the bench gently, wishing there were somewhere else to put her.
The taste as I bit into it brought memories back to me. I just couldn't finish the whole thing as tears ran down my face. My mothers face when she told me, right as Snow White bit from the apple. I just cried.