Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery, a warm and inviting aroma. Ethan kneaded the dough, the feel of the yielding texture soothing to his touch. He’d just finished a phone call. A lawyer. A sister. His father.

He finished kneading the dough. He turned his attention to the oven. The familiar motions calmed him. He'd never truly known his father. He was a man with a hidden life.

He pulled the first loaf from the oven, the crust a perfect golden brown. The world, for him, still held its flavor. He continued working, the oven his sanctuary.