Scissors
She had heard of women who cried in salon chairs after shearing off long hair, who sobbed uncontrollably into their smocks while their anxious stylists backed away. But she was not one of those women.
Mornings at the Bakery
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
