Welcome to The Spot Writers.
This month’s prompt is to write a "never have/had I ever" story.
Today’s post is written by Phil Yeats. Phil (using his Alan
Kemister pen name) has published two soft-boiled police detective stories in
his Barrettsport Mysteries series. They’re set in an imaginary Nova
Scotia coastal community with very quirky citizens. The Amazon link for the
more recent one is: https://www.amazon.com/Tilting-Windmills-Barrettsport-Mysteries-Book-ebook/dp/B07L5WR948/
The
Two Bears Bakery
by Phil
Yeats
“Never have I ever seen anything like this,”
the stranger said as she handed him his change. He stopped with his hand on the
handle of the exterior door. “Two-hundred-fifty billion dollars of debt we’ll
never repay.” He walked away, leaving the door open, and the shop exposed to
the blustery spring weather.
Her husband hurried
from the tiny office behind their serving counter. He approached the door and
wiped the handle with disinfectant before pulling it closed. The restraining spring
hung free, another repair to make before returning to his ovens.
Their first day since
the loosening of pandemic-related restrictions that forced them to close their
little bakery had been successful. She’d sold almost all their loaves of bread
and trays of pastries.
Welcome news because the
previous night, as he mixed his tubs of dough, he had no idea how many he
should make. Would they see hordes of customers or only a few?
“What was that about?”
he asked as he settled onto the stool behind the counter. She’d been there
since nine and deserved a rest. He’d mind the store until they closed for the
night.
“No idea,” she said as
she glanced toward the stairway to their apartment above the shop. “A stranger,
so what can I say. Same for everyone who entered. None could resist unburdening
little corners of their souls.”
“Everyone’s been alone for
far too long. They need someone to talk to.”
“So it seems, and they
had strange stories to tell.”
She placed her arms
around his shoulders after collecting one of their few remaining loaves. “Been
a tough day, we’re out of practice. I’ll make some dinner, and then we can
relax.”
“But worth it, don’t
you think,” he called as she climbed the stairs. “We belong here. Our regulars
will return, and we’ll return to normal.”
He meant what he said.
They had a hard life, running a mum and pop bakery in a North America overrun
with big-box retailers. They’d raised two daughters who were married with
children. One would arrive to help her mother in the morning. The second would
be in the kitchen baking cakes to order. And their kids would rush about,
causing mayhem, and entertaining the customers without forgetting their
mandatory face masks and social distancing. They had everything they desired.
The Spot Writers—Our Members:
Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine A. MacKenzie:
https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Phil Yeats:
https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com
Chiara De Giorgi:
https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/
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