In the darkest part of my interior, where the trees are thickest, a witch lives in a stone hut. She has outgrown it. She can hardly fit into it. She has to lie down with her head at the door and her feet in the corners. She has no friends. Not even her cat and her dog...
My lamp went out so I have gone into the yard to get oil from a pot. As I am leaning over the jar, I hear a voice from inside the jar, whispering, “Is it time?” I stifle a gasp. Then I understand. The oil merchant who is staying with us is a robber, and...
A celebrated magician gave magic seeds to my grandfather. The magician said that they would grow into the finest golden apple trees in the world. He warned my grandfather that if one unripe fruit were plucked from the tree, the rest would become rotten at once. The...
