Everybody smells them first – the aroma of bread fresh from the oven never leaves them. It’s weird everybody calls us the triplets. I don’t look anything like them; I don’t smell the way they do.
I’d love to be their sister, bread-scented, bag stuffed with baked goods. Unlike the twins, though, I like spending time in the bakery. I help their mother clean after school, when the last of the day’s rolls have gone into the shop. Not that rolls make me smell like them – rolls aren’t real bread.
But it’s okay, I’m used to making do with second best.
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Great story from an unexpected pov
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Thanks, Melinda. The smell of fresh bread always reminds me of home, even though we don’t eat much bread anymore…
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You’re welcome 🙂 that scent reminds me of home too
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Beautifully observed – I like the way you’ve fleshed out the character in few words, giving them a sense of belonging from the outside, whilst not really belonging. Very clever.
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Thanks, Lynn! I thinks she’s going to grow up to be a baker herself…
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Then she can genuinely smell of bread – and have forearms like a docker 🙂
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Such an engaging story. Artful like making bread. And using bread as a metaphor for how one feels about one’s place in life. Fantastic. Well, yes, and sad. Thank you!
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Thank you! For me, the smell of warm bread is so evocative of home, of comfort.
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Yes, for me, too.
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It’s good that she likes bread and enjoys smelling it since she works around it all the time. I love to smell fresh bread too! I may not be able to say that though if I had to be around it all the time….but, I tend to doubt it! 🙂
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I think bread is one of those things you can never smell too much of. I used to live above a bakery and the smell in the morning never got too much… Thanks, Jessie!
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