Burnt Toast

"1936, the month I cannot remember, much less the day. Does that matter though? It all went by so slow, so terrifyingly slow but fast enough that I forgot what freedom felt like. How did I remember the year you ask? Hell, I'll never forget it even if I tried. I carried it with me everywhere, forgetting my real name all I knew was being that number one thousand nine hundred and thirty six. Prisoner 1936, the same year Hell rose like God and Satan laughed as we cried."

A prequel to "A Duck And Her Bread" which shows the back-story of James the bread.

DISCLAIMER: This story may or may not have a lot of feeling and is not essentially comedic. The actions taken place in the book have the same emotional effect but are described more light as to not be so gruesome. Please do not be offended. If you are - stop reading as this is not for you and you should not continue. If you do continue - you are at your own fault hath you continue to offend yourself.