The Boy With the Bread - Chapter OneBefore my eyes have even cracked open, the familiar scent creeps into my nostrils.The Boy With the Bread - Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bread. Warm, baking, delicious bread. Bread my family slaves over the hot oven to bake every day, yet never gets to taste.
A gaping yawn distorts my features. I can just see the soft gray light that precedes sunrise crawling across my ceiling and throwing soft shadows across the far wall.
Reaping day has arrived at last.
My stomach drops. It's best not to think about that. There's no use. There's no use torturing myself with thoughts of the coming ceremony. I've learned that well over the past 4 years.
I can hear my brothers stirring in the next room. Owning a bakery and having to run it day after day has reset my family's natural clock over the years. Now, when the sun wakes up, so do we.
I get up and slowly get dressed, donning the soft white apron I scrub clean every night after we've closed up shop. My large hands brush out the wrinkles and I notice the warmth already creeping into the ai