He opened the bakery nine years ago. Nine achy, sobbing years. There were late-night screaming matches. Tears in the shower drain. Hurting. Dying. Being. Now, he smiled at the memories. They billowed into the fluffy, sugar-soft universe he could only touch.
Sugar Therapy
He opened the bakery nine years ago. Nine achy, sobbing years. There were late-night screaming matches. Tears in the shower drain. Hurting. Dying. Being. Now, he smiled at the memories. They billowed into the fluffy, sugar-soft universe he could only touch.