Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

frayed pocket where I kept my pencil, and tied it twice around my waist. The yellow light from the single bulb over the sink cast long shadows across the clean tile floor, reaching all the way to the back pantry door.

I scooped the first cup of unbleached flour from the large tin bin. It fell into the bowl with a soft, heavy rustle, sending up a tiny continue reading …