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

and walked out the way she came, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind her. I picked up the rag again, but my hands were too stiff to squeeze the excess water out.

By noon, the rain had started, tapping against the high window of the bakery office. The room was cramped, barely large enough for the metal desk, two chairs, and the green filing cabinet continue reading …