The baker pulled a long, grey hair from the simmering caramel, her concentration fading. She was weak with hunger. The gingerbread was so thick that she took a saw to it, a wave of spicy crumbs lodging in her hair and eyes. Her frail, withered hands shook as she lifted the slabs of cake to plaster them together with sticky caramel. She iced the window frames and poured chocolate over the roof tiles. She was brushing flour from her rags when she heard the excited chatter of children nearby. The baker sighed with relief and fired up the oven.
About the Creator
Han Eliza
Writing for the sheer joy of it.
BARE HUNTER
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
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