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

it toward the back exit. The locksmith stepped aside to let me pass, his eyes fixed on his toolbox as if he wanted to be anywhere else.

Clara stood near the center island, her face pale in the shadow of the metal hood. I did not look back at the ovens as I stepped out into the alleyway.

By six o’clock, the autumn air had turned cold and sharp, bringing continue reading …