By Masha Rumer
Yesterday, she was doing it again, soaring above my head during her regular shift. She flits around on her broom above the sleeping cities, wearing espadrilles and doling out flour to the people down below.
Bake when words fail you, she says, sending little pouches of flour — taut in a cellophane wrapper — spiraling down through the chimneys, in through the open windows.
The ribbon coiled around the pouch glimmers in the moonlight and momentarily turns gold as it cuts through the cone of light from the streetlights.
Silent or foul-mouthed, just bake, the bread muse says.
When the morning swings its celestial gates open, forget the slippers, forget the Hail Marys or looking for the keys. ...
categorized as Fables.
To Whom It May Concern
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Slub Glub Chapter 37: The Miscreation Story, Part Two
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