Hundred Word Wander – Bread

It was a very special loaf.

All of her loaves were special, of course. Even the cheapest variety were mixed and moulded with love, her deft hands sculpting such plain ingredients into something so pure, so hardy.

But this one was different. The flour was imported from a continent away, the water was from the goddess’ fountain itself, and, well…the other ingredients were normal. She hoped.


She yelped, jumping backwards as the dough morphed in the bowl, growing and growing as its yeasty smell overtook the bakery.

She sighed, reaching for her broom.

Third time that week, it was.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s