Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

the three pages into my blue folder and rising from the chair.

He did not rise to shake my hand as I walked out of the office, his eyes already fixed on the computer screen.

I walked back to the shop with the folder tucked tightly under my arm, the dry autumn wind blowing dust across the sidewalk.

The bakery counter was clean when I got back at ten minutes continue reading …