This was written in response to Writing 101: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! This part is linked to Serially Lost and Serially Lost 2.
“The smell of bread brings me back to my childhood. Every morning the baker’s daughter would sneak me into their kitchen and feed me fresh bread.
She would cut into bread while I brought out the honey. While we ate she would tell me faery stories of faraway lands.
For a child on the streets a slice of fresh bread was my version of the Summerland. Some days it was my only meal and my only chance to pretend I was wanted.
The baker’s daughter was the only one who cared for me. She would fret over each bruise on my face but I know her father punished her for helping me.
I didn’t care. She was the closest I had to a home. I returned every day to sit with her and share a meal of warm bread and butter.
Eventually we both grew older and the baker’s daughter married a man of her parent’s choosing. She moved away with her husband and went on with her life.
I don’t know if she remembers me but I think of her every time I smell bread.”
Wolf sighed as he sawed the knife into the warm loaf of bread.
“Is that why you always making bread? So as you don’t forget her?” Mouse peered over the table at Wolf.
A smile creeped onto Wolf’s face. “I make bread because it gives us something to eat little one. There is no need for you to go hungry like I did as a child.”
Mouse grabbed the bread Wolf passed him. Smothering the slice with honey, Mouse shoved it in his mouth. After chewing, Mouse scrunched up his face.”Is this her bread?”
Wolf’s body shook with laughter. “It is the bread her father taught me to how to make.”