#ShortStory
It’s eight o’clock in the morning and I get a notification that my order is ready for pick up. I’m already here, wearing a lavender-colored floral dress and an extra smile as I stand outside admiring my favorite place. I take a deep breath, push open the heavy oak doors, and re-enter The Willowvilla. The familiar aroma of freshly brewed tea and baked food makes me feel like I’m home once again.
Tag: bakery
Tempted
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.
A Warm Bakery
On a rainy morning,
At some time of the day in mid-winter
I heard a sound of hustling,
Was it the trees rustling?
No silly, it’s the silver crockery
Crowded in Malvern Buttery.
The sounds of murmur rise in the air,
Is this a cafe or a winter fair?
With the warm smell of coffee
and oven-baked soft breads
A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.
Nuraine Sadaf 