If you eat too many breadsticks before dinner, Ava's mother said, you'll be bloated at the table... and who will want you then?
So she tore two into pieces with her slim fingers, arranged a judge and jury, and waited with her hunger in a fine, dark blue dress. When the smiling baker, Tom, arrived he swallowed her small hand with his. And he promised to make her better ones every day if she just said yes.
About the Creator
S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
Keep reading
More stories from S. A. Crawford and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Flying for Beginners
Wind brushed softly over the rusty bridge, picking up leaves as it went, and the sunlight was like thick, golden syrup on the world. She had always wanted to fly, a childish dream that seemed impossible. All her dreams had seemed impossible until now. With the gentle wind running its fingers through her hair, it felt painfully possible. Ahe saw the sparkling water, the floating birds, and heard children laughing beyond the treeline. The world was beautiful, she thought, but she was already halfway down.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This is terrific!