Sophie sat in the filled bath tub, mesmerised by her thoughts and bubbly warm water. She had had enough surprises for one day, and the thoughts filled her mind and flew around in fizzy images in her brain. The thoughts were too much, and they threatened to drown her, to drag her to the deepest and darkest depths of the ocean of thoughts, where she thought she might not be able to resurface in the human world. Her thoughts were interrupted by the slow, creaking sound of the door. She looked beyond the dim lights of the bathroom, trying to recognise the silhouette she was seeing. It was Rhys’. “Hey baby.” He called coolly, not sure whether he was trying to be cool or not disturb the co-occupants of the mansion, even though it was big enough to host three times the number. “Hey honey.” Sophie tried to get out of the bath, but Rhys’ urged her to stay there. “I know there is nothing I can say or do that will get you out of this confusion, but, on your mother’s behalf, I’m sorry.” Soph
The morning sunshine stole its way around the hills and surrounding mountains to the towns. The rays of the sunlight struck the eyes of the couple as they wrapped around each other, not letting go despite the long night. The rays of the sunlight attacked Rhys’ eyes, accompanied by the heavy twittering of the birds outside. He reached for his phone and checked the time; it was a quarter past eight. They must have slept for over ten hours—the kind of things that didn’t happen in the city. He looked over to the perfect woman sleeping by his side. She was the most beautiful woman in his life, but he argued in his mind if his daughter would take the place or not. She would let time decide who owned the award. “Oh, top of the morning, you are awake, my bright red sunshine.” Rhys stared down in mild shock. “Sunshine is actually yellowish.” He replied with a smile on his face. “Whatever. I had a dream where you were the sun.” Rhys looked at the coffee cup they had taken the previous nig
She moved up the stairs gracefully, stealing a glance at the dining table setting downstairs as it slowly disappeared out of her view, and she could see the room housing the woman that was introduced to be her mother. She hesitantly moved closer to the door, unsure whether to knock or try the door knob. Before giving in to her decision, she looked downstairs one last time just for her to catch Rhys’ eyes looking at her too. It’s going to be all right, his eyes proclaimed. She pushed at the door, hoping it was unlocked, but was disappointed. Then she decided to try the knocking option. She knocked lightly, hoping for a reply that would never come. Sophie tried again, the loudness and intensity of her fists banging on the door increasing in frequency. “I won’t be coming to breakfast!!” Veronica screamed from inside, but Sophie was having none of that. She continued knocking at five-second intervals before shortening it to three-second intervals. She heard the cog of the door sound,
Rhys set the phone down and looked at Sophie with a refreshing attitude. “Uhm… Who are L and S?” She scribbled it down and passed it to him. “Oh, they are one of our leading customers. The ones who are constantly ordering a lot of pumpernickels and rye bread.” She looked up into empty space, trying to rack her brain, barely remembering the particular company. Rhys cut in. “The company’s manager found your house and wanted you to bake white and wheat bread at ten p.m. Do you remember the incident?” A smile lit up her face, and she nodded in affirmation. Her mind drifted to the incident over two years ago. She had closed early from work, grabbing a beverage at the nearest convenience store and enjoying the breeze of the evening as she marched home. As she turned away from the busy highway into the less-populated alleyways, she plugged in her earphones and tuned the music to the highest volume, letting the stress of the day flow away. She had gotten noodles for dinner, cooked the
The bang on the door came loud, and there were random miscalculated pauses in between. The barrage of knocks came again and again, threatening to pull down the door, and yet the person on the other side didn’t utter a single word. Veronica picked herself up and walked very slowly to the door, twisting the knob to ward off her sister, but was surprised at who she found at the door—a younger version of herself. This girl had grown to be everything like her; the hair thickness and colour, the body shape, the shape of the lips, the inquisitive stare, and every other quality just screamed Veronica, except the age, of course, and there was more hope in her eyes than her predecessor. Her sweet, small eyes seemed to stare into her soul, and she stood at the door, staring without saying a single word. Veronica was expecting her to say something, shout, ask a question, or scream, but nothing came—just silence. The silence was deafening, and the stare started to give Veronica the creeps. “G
The dishes for the appetisers were packed away, and Eliana served the main course. If Eliana was not known for other things, she was known for being a good cook. The main course arrived, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air. The dish, a tender and juicy slow-cooked beef Wellington, was presented with a practiced flair that was not Eliana’s character. The golden-brown puff pastry crust glistened, wrapped around a succulent fillet of beef, infused with the rich flavours of mushroom duxelles and a hint of red wine. The beef was cooked to perfection, pink in the centre, and looked like it would melt in the mouth. The accompanying roasted vegetables, a medley of carrots, Brussels sprouts, and red bell peppers, were caramelised to bring out their natural sweetness, providing a delightful contrast in texture to the savoury beef. The dish was served with a side of creamy garlic mashed potatoes, adding a comforting and indulgent touch to the overall experience. Sophie looked at the
Both of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, leaving Vivienne confused about what was going on around her. She looked around the room to see if there was something else that was making them laugh, but she couldn’t seem to find any clue. “Is there anything funny on my shirt?” she asked Sophie while she shook her head in negative. “Then, what’s going on?” she questioned again. “You... did... the signs very wrongly.” Rhys said, amidst laughter that almost sent him off the chair. “Do you know what you just said?” “What?” She was curious to know the mistake she had committed. “It was actually gibberish. We don’t even understand. It’s like mixing different consonants together.” “Duhh,” she shrugged and went over to the centre chair, leading Sophie to one of the chairs and pulling it closer to her. “You could have just called me to come meet you at home. What’s up?” “It’s about her mother.” Rhys responded, taking off his cap and cocking his head to one side. “Oh, please, tell me a
The evening with Vivienne was one of the best Sophie ever had in the village. Even from the start, when she had spoken gibberish with the sign language, Sophie had known they were off to a good start. As a remedy to help her heal faster, Vivienne had recommended that Rhys take her around the village, especially to places that might be of interest to her. Rhys had suggested no other place than the bakery, and if anything was going to buy her one more hour away from the choky mansion, Sophie was ready to go for it. And so they began their journey to the bakery at the centre of the market they had passed earlier. Approaching it, they saw the bakery named “Flour and Love," a name that sounded funny to Rhys for no obvious reason. It was a charming, rustic building with a warm, inviting façade. The exterior walls were made of natural stone that was probably hand-hewn, with a cheerful yellow door and matching shutters. A wooden sign creaked in the gentle breeze, bearing the bakery’s name