One Potato Review

About that scary old lady that everyone knows, whether they live across the hall, or the block, or the polder. You try to stay out of her way, though once in while you may tempt her witchiness on a dare. Hopefully you won’t graffiti her sidewalk, as the increasingly overwrought children do here, but you might just leave a letter where she can find it. You tell stories about her eating toads, you see twitching, tiny limbs sticking out of her pockets, blood spilling onto the street, okay, maybe not. She says she’s somebody’s grandmother. She says that’s cherry syrup for the pie. Here, taste some.