Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery, but the absence of Mrs. Rossi was palpable. A wave of desolation swept over Marcus. He discovered a note on the counter, a brief message, a quick goodbye. He had always admired her. He remembered her warmth. He had wanted to learn more about baking from her. He began kneading the dough, the familiar rhythm a comfort. He baked a large batch of her signature sourdough loaves and gave them to the local homeless shelter. He thought he should put up a picture of her at the entrance.