The Last Light of Summer
The air smelled of burnt sugar and rain by the time Clara found the letter. It lay beneath a stack of flour sacks in the back room of her father’s bakery, its edges yellowed and brittle. She traced the ink…
Second Chances
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The Bloom After the Storm
The chipped Formica felt cool under Leo’s palms. He kneaded, pushed, folded—each motion a futile attempt to work out the knot in his chest. Rye dough. It smelled like…everything. Like his grandmother’s kitchen, like Sundays, like a life he couldn’t…
Echoes of Home
The chipped ceramic mug warmed Leo’s hands, the steam fogging his glasses. He didn’t bother wiping them. Budapest blurred nicely anyway. Across the cramped table, a woman traced the rim of her own cup, her knuckles white. Her gaze held…
Two Wheels Forward, Chapter 2
Internal Monologue of a Potential New Cyclist Chapter 2: The Dust and the Dream The seed of an idea, planted by Sarah’s cheerful persistence, refused to be entirely dismissed. Throughout the day, it nudged at the edges of Eleanor’s consciousness,…