The flour scurried like dust from an epicentre.  Exploding, it mushroomed and fell like ash, a bullseye ring clear round the impact.  The slap of the dough as it hit was dull.  Flat.  Lifeless.  Too loud. For a moment, he stood too still.  Betrayed by the loudness.  The loudness that made the silence that followed fierce with the irreverent sounds of living.  TheContinue reading “Bread”