But spring was gaining a delicate hold. The sun was returning — a weak, tentative sun that peered through dirty windows into her apartment. She turned her face to it. Outside, small birds fluttered and ruffled in damp leaves, and light sparkled off pools of water.
Mornings at the bakery were perfect. Light filtered in through the leaded glass windows in the back, the bars casting curved shadows on the rolled-out pastry. It was quiet — even the morning commuters were not up, yet, and only … Continued
A faint chill began to seep around the edges of the room, but very slowly. A light breeze lifted some crumbs off one of the tables, and ruffled the flowers in their vase. Julie stood still, listening for sounds that would indicate some disaster or threat, but all she could hear was her own ragged breathing.