Alyosha stood working away as he always seemed to do. He worked hard and rarely stirred the pot. He was happy and content now that the workday was complete. He had just finished kneading, sorting and baking five dozen loaves of hearty bread for this morning’s customers.
He stood taking in the smells and sounds of the early morning. He loved Ustina. He described the sounds he heard and the aromas of the bread cooling in the mid-morning breeze.
Ustina stood next to him holding an ear marked well-worn Bible.
He told her “Someday I shall be a writer.”
“Honey you are such a dreamer; these are such works of fiction rolling around in your mind.”
“What is that you hold in your hand?” He bristled and feared the worst.
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