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

of cash and walked back to the bakery in the dark. The kitchen was cold when I let myself in through the back door.

The empty space on the kitchen counter where the heavy green mixer used to sit looked larger than it actually was.

I wiped down the metal prep table at ten minutes to six, my thumbs aching from the cold air coming through the cracked seal continue reading …