WAITING FOR THE CORN
The five of them sat locked in a small room under the Great Hall. They were still chained together, but compared to the Town Hall it was an improvement. There were no rats, the light was on and someone had even given them a bowl of rotten fruit to eat.
Jonny chewed a sour pear with a grimace. But no-one else was hungry. They could still hear the drums beating softly outside.
“Are you sure you’re right about the corn, Alice?” said Miriam getting more terrified by the second.
“As sure as I can be,” said Alice, although she was beginning to sound a bit doubtful herself.
“But what if we just disappear and never come back!” Belle was beginning to panic. “No-one’s ever come back from the corn.”
“I don’t want to be in Thistown anyway,” said Jonny spitting out the brown
