WESSEX
Some places just haunt your memories, carrying ghosts who will not be banished, and will not go gently into the good night. The Devas Bakery is one of those places. Amalia still putters around the oven, Jyoti crooning in the rafters. Even Lillianne’s presence can be felt, and Wessex had hopes that the kind, skilled Outlander might make it into something new, but it seems she’d left the Grounds without so much as a farewell.
Wessex, with a couple of dead raccoons slung over her shoulder, gently eases the door open to see what the place looks like now, half expecting to see footprints in the dust, or find a lively scene, and the kind little girl Amalia once was.
Wessex, with a couple of dead raccoons slung over her shoulder, gently eases the door open to see what the place looks like now, half expecting to see footprints in the dust, or find a lively scene, and the kind little girl Amalia once was.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
